Electronic voices
dream of heaven and
lifting eyes, loosely
cold and alive in the body
of the night. Body of the
world.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Electronic voices
dream of heaven and
lifting eyes, loosely
cold and alive in the body
of the night. Body of the
world.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina