The wind was
the change
granite against paper
shadows unfrozen
running from a
forbidden sleep
the faithful pray
the fastest get to
safety first
rational thoughts
create sweat
and pull out the
tears
the bones of trees
rattle xylophone’s
into jealousy
shoes
and those without
step rightly with
concern
the moon disappears
behind blackness
gravity is washed out
of the upside down
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