Light pipes
through the gates of dawn.
Listening to
the tick of dry snow.
White noise wraps
signal,
Beside the point.
A Shepherd’s Journal | March 5, 2015: Lion, Lamb, Signal, Noise
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Impedagogy
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Noise
wraps signal
wraps noise; sometimes its a voice
coming in out of the cold,
wind blowing inside a space
where wind never blows,
one never truly knows
whither the white noise signal arrives
with the chilled hand of winter
nor whom it will wrap up tight
for the
night.
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And paper raps rock.