Through the silence
Her heart falls.
Through the ambience,
Her throat calls.
Through once broken fragments
It turns.
Through the once fulfilled pieces,
It yearns.
In the mixture of bravado and sound
She finds meaning.
In the tightness that abounds
She finds truth.
Though the walls threaten
Through the walls make no mistake
She rises from the toll.
She will not be laid bare
As in times past.
She will not be made to stare
As other bask.
Now the speller agrees
The one who sees all.
This time the world turns
And finally hears lonely her call.
1/16/09
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