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Ephram Pratt Asks Questions of the Sounds of Nothing - Jack e Lorts

Close your eyes

to the sound of bells


ringing in the trees,

to the voices speaking


from thunder eggs,

opals and green jade;


let them inhabit

the shadows


where they can’t

be seen;


let them glow

in the radiance


of long forgotten

pillars of ice.


Cry in an imaginary voice

to the singers


inhabiting the obelisks

of the sun,


of the craven moon,

lapsing into invisibility


while the founders

of midnight


grasp vainly

at the sounds of nothing.


Bio:

Jack e Lorts lives in rural eastern Oregon & has published widely, if infrequently, over the years in such places as The Poetry Village, Poetry NI, 4 X 4, Haggard and Halloo, Misfit, Tipton Poetry Journal, etc. Author of three earlier chapbooks, his "The Love Songs of Ephram Pratt" was published in 2019 by Uttered Chaos Press.

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