By Ashley Ellen Goetz
In the sound
the sound of the night
alone
awake
whimpering blue
calling on cue the bird speaks
unbeaked
disbelief overcomes a valley of tears
a call unto the chakra of heart blood
coagulated
but pumping
wailing in uncertain glee
without mixed emotions the bird blinks its mute reconnaissance defibrillation
“Is the Universe a beginning or an end?”
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