a ghostly voice
placed me on hold
as i held its spectred hand
i listened
to its every word
payed heed
to its commands
as sediment is strewed
unheard
along the arid land
alone, i lay
’til long returns
this echo’s
vain remand
I Prefer Not To.
I Prefer Not To.
a ghostly voice
placed me on hold
as i held its spectred hand
i listened
to its every word
payed heed
to its commands
as sediment is strewed
unheard
along the arid land
alone, i lay
’til long returns
this echo’s
vain remand
Max, or Not 
Reblogged this on hands in the garden and commented:
Cold slab of perfect from fellow SD poet.
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Max Meunier/Max or Not
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Brilliant I Loved it 💜☺
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And you just, keep on, waiting for that echo, that may not even come back to you…
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