September 2017

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The Bells

By Eileen Chong


To know me. You do,

blind hand in the dark.

Light fingers, stroking

smooth. You do, I know,


you will – time to find,

to learn, undo. Undone,

I did not know. Beginning

and end: a tangle, release.


Capture. To take into,

one unto the other. The two,

the one, the count-down

to come. The bells: they sing.