Sibilance shushes

blooming beat, creating chaos,

   questions form loosely.

‘Why’, always a good one,

echoes presumptively.

Sibilance chuckles,

blockading beats, constructing crash,

   questions obliquely.

‘How’, reverbs through mind,

shadowed conversely.

Sibilance simpers

banal beats, curving crescendos,

   questions blearily.

‘What’, eclipses answers,

deafened, fortuitously.

Sibilance whispers,

blacking beat, chilling craft,

   questions eternally.

Erin Moen

10/18/03

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