From Gay Reiser Cannon at the ever erudite http://dversepoets.com/ comes a rather complex challenge - including an attempt to define the modern - that you might care to check out for yourself.
Many there are hearing voices.
From tinnitus sometimes,
rhythms like speech.
From the brain's inventiveness:
speech in the sounds
of a torrent or breeze in the trees.
Epilepsy disorders the mind,
implants voices at times
even pictures the speaker, but
only the holy among us
imagine the voices
as coming from God...
And this God whom they hear:
how many voices might
they suppose Him to have?
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
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