February 23rd, 2007
This voice sets your bones back into place.
This voice is a torrent heedless of seawall and sandbag, hungry beyond the coasts it engulfs.
This voice is the joyous smoking escape of geysers.
This voice is an orange cougar scaling a black tree and scattering the hundred larks that nest there into white cloudrivaling skysprays.
This voice is the fiery-wheeled outrage of prophets.
This voice carves & harrows the air in which it’s sounded & deposits in the hollows ash, seeds & dewy rich soil.
This voice is reverse lightning, infinite climbing fractal-branching, restless carving through the night from earth to sky.
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