sounding speech

Alexander Nemick

crystalline branches blossom white blossoms thickly among twin trees beside the opening door

 

appears—pulp cut sprigs bowed by string along over the archway of petals burning white on one side on one side falling as the other appears—white

 

leaves white blossoms wilting to the trees as written as thought unspools again lowering the petrifying branches sunken upon the already thick piles of petals

 

appearing anew—fresh cut already wilting white petals tremble among the young branches the golden strings humming out the anchor of a word thrown back through Night’s

 

twinning doors (of) appearance—crystallizing word blossoms splinter under the other now wilting words appearing—writing thrumming petals again

 

as the winds burn upon the little white-hot suns smoldering deeply into dark branches again cut pulpy and hung in the late sunshine of

 

strings snapping above emptying words—appear—burning branches trembling upon—trembling lips parting upon—blossoms of written words ablaze thrown in the twin door—disappearing—night calls a fall down Night as—audible

 

white petals calling back from among the anchors strung to trembling lips come, our twin

 

callery pears!