The Forbidden Frequency

something took hold
a seizure of spirit perhaps
a contemplation of longing
an expansion of space 
now become narrow where it had been wide
more wide where it had been narrow
a new interior room, like an attic
sealed shut for sixty-seven years
silent, undisturbed 
but not hollow
a pulse permitting movement 
in space time, perhaps?
a grandfather clock ticking
a heart pumping 
inter-valves of motion

Sonia Elizabeth Di Placido



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