POEM: VOICE

What is “my voice”?
But shapes and air
To ascend or descend
Atmos stairs

My lips turn out
Genes displayed
Always returning to rest
After extending to splay

My heat highway
Simple conduit
Passes carbon
Entwined letters

My voice box opens
Birthing crowns
With a shout of wisdom
Fleeced phonics

To you as we meet
On this page
Without my voice
Yet you know

On this plane
In this hour
We rise
To feed a flame

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