Story, by Jason M. Kolodzyk



mouths gaping, hiss and snap

we hear you, feel your wavering grasp

listen to us

we gather

we speak

we are your children

from a new world

a new age

we tell your story,

our story

it is ethereal,

real and surreal


from your vanishing lips

the sounds speak of souls

wraiths of the past, the present, shadowed

translucent words flowing in ribbons of color

weaving in the currents with nimble fingers

connecting us as mist and shore


my feet are in the dried earth

hands stirring lashing flames

a mouth whispers to you

body engulfing the vibe,

possessing us

we want to hear the words

we want to be afraid

fear we can embrace

tell us the story again.

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