8/2/18

The Voices - Richard Shelton

Suddenly dawn
had to get up and build the trees.

I could no longer deny
the voices so I came
to terms with them: glistening
votaries dipped in madness,
a blue eye in the wrong socket,
an old chair
rocking by itself,
leather with its memory and silk
which forgets everything,
a machine producing time
in the factory.

This does not mean
I learned to trust them
but I came to terms with them

because, as they said,
we are the only family you have.

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