Atonement

Music is filling my muted ears

while my voice funnelizes …

…when talking…

… I can hear the heart beat when

damping the sound.

Do people really look at me like this?

So happy not to hear their whispers,

their crippled voices pronouncing

meaningless sentences out of

vacuous lips.

I’m longing to hear 

a muffled church bell

from a distant village 

in a forgotten landscape 

of my childhood.

Some imagination 

brings me into the center of a 

vaguely remembered town.

and I hear the clocks roar the advancing… 

…time…

…for atonement but

who knows with whom?

The deceased, I 

lost the race.

The living, I’m

running out of time.

Why are someone’s

enemies hiding?

I have to reconcile with myself.

To take for granted that 

one cannot love 

everyone as everyone is

you.

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