Sing softly,
a song to make them stand,
perhaps they’ll listen, baying noiseless in the night,
music has its charms, the savage breast contains staccato beats.
Whisper into craters,
Luna knows the words,
she hides her journal on the Dark Side,
flying pigs against the starless sky.
Your works reside
behind the neural trees
a branch fires electricity
and someone reads your mind,
telepathy and thought flow both ways.
Ophelia beneath the water,
bubbles form from sadness
and the madness of the unrequited,
lost upon the surface, it’s a stream of truth,
those submerged will find an answer to the riddle.
Read Meet Mago Contributor Rose Aiello Morales and Meet Mago Contributor Victor Hernández.
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