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[duskmeadow]

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the two, franz wright.

[duskmeadow]

They were standing there
above me when I woke
Franz I heard them say
in unison though neither’s lips moved

and there was no sound
no interruption
of the silence I heard
the word in my mind

as if I had imagined it
or spoken aloud
myself
but the voice was not mine

the voices I should say
then like sunlight
when a cloud obscures the sun suddenly
they were gone.