A voice screams <br />Soft thoughts back <br />Claustrophobic crowds <br />Begin spilling compactly <br />In harden-ed <br />Neon light’s blazes and the <br />Air-less allies of wordless <br />Inanimate faces <br />Locked in sheep’s resolve <br />Booking life’s clammy hands <br />Into an age-old debut <br />Staging <br />Dance’s clueless <br />To the false essence <br />Of Ethereal tithing’s <br /> <br />(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee <br />~ August 29,2006)<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harden-ed-lights-calling-softly/
