There is a voice in the trees
i can hear it from the asylum window
…
the priest is at odds with himself
about my condition
…
there is a voice in the trees
it hovers just beyond the river’s bend over there.
…
the world is at odds with itself
about situation like this
…
there is a lady in a room of no windows
there is a lady in a room purged of love
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i am at odds with priests and worlds
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there is a humming lady,
in a room,
in the trees,
where the river bends,
over there. – T C Cannon
this is great. amazing art displayed here.