Into The Silent

One of my poems, as read by a guy who looks like Einstein. Why not?

When the sky turns
light again
I will stand up, I will
become a man
as the cool dawn
breeze returns.

I will not go out, I
will lie here
putting down roots
into this darkness
that I do not understand.

There will not be
birds, such as sing
for children at dawn.
I am becoming a man
all night, and when

the sky turns light
again, I will be a tomb.
With every sunrise I go
farther into the hard
core of the earth,

as women far above
become fountains
with blue stones
in sunlight.



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