Ficlets

A Crack in the Wall {a poem}

There’s a crack
in your wall.
A crooked river
branching out,
seeking the ocean’s
solace.

I imagine myself
on a raft,
floating through
the peace, away
from your touch.

Your voice is steady
and strong.
The smooth lies pour
out like infested
water.
You do not
warble
on the Gospel.
You are impervious
to the paradox
between speech
and soul.

But I speak strongly too.
My Gospel is
absorbed
by TV cameras
hanging
on every word.
The people sit
up and listen, stand
up and fight.
I free myself
from the chains
of my own contradictions
and yours.

There’s a crack
in your wall.

And it’s spreading.

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