A Deeper Voice
I am lost in this body
dead leaves blowing
through my hair
the day crawls toward me
with arms waving
like a frightened child
my skin comes loose
just as a snake sheds
dry months of decay
alone in the storm
I begin to sense
a deeper voice
this flesh is not mine
nor is the tongue
voicing these words
whatever I have been
is washed clean by rain
never to be seen again
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