An original poem.


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in the beginning was a sound, a sword

that shattered the nothingness. before the light

and the darkness was divided, a word

was formed, and creation awoke. the night

would never be silent again. the sun

and moon conspired to form someone who could

understand as well as hear. but that one

had words of his own. this was understood,

and another was formed to listen, so

that the universe could be spared. only

the noise was greater. stars made a vacuum

so voices would not be carried. loneli-

ness resulted, and the night sky then grew

black. the power of the word ceased to grow.










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An excerpt from A Chorus of Voices
by Kurt Messick
Dry Bones Press, February 2003