day 28: I, voice

30/30

I, voice

 

I, voice.

Opera in your chest. A low rumble.

 

Your voice in a ridged box.

Your throat tunnel. I

falsetto us into a dream. It

is beautiful. A hot & infinite

thunder.

 

This poem was created using a cluster/vignette. For more, see: http://www.gabrielerico.com/Main/ClusteringSampleVignettes.htm

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