Strip these bones of their meaning,
Rip the words from my tongue,
Steal the shade from my eyes;
Peel away flesh from fingers, pour blood from vessels,
Drain the noise, the shuddering thump.
Shut the sound that brings distance;
Distill the shadows of confusion, the grimy light show that obscures.
Blast and break, dismantle and shed the defenses;
Stomp, crush and destroy these crumbling, shattered walls of disillusion.
Filter all the appearances until there is nothing but pure sensation
And I dwell in the silence of you.
Michael Stephen Daigle
- Easton, Pa. Book Festival, Oct. 25 to 27
- WIP: Mount Jensen: Max and Emma on the raft
- ‘The Weight of Living:’ A stunning and engrossing meditation of grief and survival
- You, at dawn
- New Providence Book Festival, Sept. 22
- I don’t want to remember
- Max meets Emma: WIP, ‘The year the world came to Mount Jensen, Maine.’
- In two places at once
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