One Dying Word Poem by Andrew Nawroski

One Dying Word



Resonant stations in composure
A previous listening sentence
Hidden in sentience love
Stupified became less.

For each echo killed each word
Leaving one grinding word
To dance in cavernous freedom
Singing silently to itself
As all speach dies.

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Andrew Nawroski

Andrew Nawroski

Belper Derbyshire
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