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her tiny hand written verses
in the darkness of the longest night

midnight heavens and uttered voices
an audience of night creatures and moonbeams

she desired different choices
someplace near to tranquility

her slam lexes shatter
syllables stripped and nearly splattered

into songs

that let translucent moon shadows dance
her elusive

velvet asylum

vicious in its labor

a display or an obsession

she’d recall

punctuating
pastel preparations

that shape movements

where her withdrawn eye suffers

solitary illustrations

from her supple lips

she

swallows
practiced phrases

the night she came

seeking her secret

expending desire
tempted trembling

claiming culmination

searching

within rhythm

without apology

those words still lie beyond her grasp

white silhouettes disappear

sweet syntax is not here

no nothing that fate can seal

left behind with the insincere

what an essence can reveal
a footnote to her private things
mourning in temporary cessation

with her verse tied to whisperings

moving to a new destination

she awaits reverence

desperate for what is denied

but still bound to believing
pleasing intimate did not call

slam poetry by

Alice in the moonlight

her surreptitious senses did recall

the recitals poignant completion

as tears poured from her vapor eyes
awaiting ethereal visitation