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The Ineffable

My mouth is dry, drawn, and hot,
Strained from attempts to utter
Words that man cannot —
Though my bosom feels a flutter;
For I have seen laughter from
Poor families at park fountains,
And starlings; and midnight’s blue
Draped softly over mountains.
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Micah Paul Veillon is a writer from Rome, Georgia. He is a recent graduate from Georgia Tech where he studied history, sociology, and philosophy. He is a poet in residence at VoegelinView and his writing has been published in The American Conservative, The European Conservative, and Moonshine & Magnolias, among other publications.

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