SOUND BITES
One day, I get a sound clip
With one word chanted ten times
My name in ten languages without script.
It’s her voice from the stratosphere
From the ozone layer from space
From beyond space beyond some
Cosmic debris of a long dead star.
My name my name my name
In her voice of honeyed love
That settles on me like a rich thick
Fog of winter mist pollen star dust.
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