The Search

it was a cold, sloping deception
to inhale a steam of our Dream
and in the womb of the darker
i see the shame walking my sleep.
the seams of our conversations
pulling from the edges -Silence;
my Uncle Sam says "Hold That Thought,"
   (another call on the line)
felt a little Highway buzz
from the exhaust of my Journey,
to find me.  now i am just looking
for a sound to smother the peace.

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©Denise Angela Celeste, 1997.