canto undistinguished

human relations, and the metaphorical death thereof.

sing to me that song of absolution
pressing finger to my lips
yet compelling me with gleaming eyes
to speak, to join, to help create
this canto undistinguished
your voice is like churchbells
each sound building on the last
entwining, engulfing
each urging gesture
like a dance of many wind-blown willows
this requiem belies crescendo
beyond pinnacle each note dissolves
like so many shadows into bleakness