Phone Rustle Poem by Michael Witkowski

Phone Rustle



Wonted withoout want-
what for?
Voice rustles distant
Through cord and
Wire, satellite, stars,
Space, sky, seas and
Air
Dreamy fog wraps
Receiver and my
Head's voice receiver
Want rushes up
From the grounds
Of my stomach.
Want calm!

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