IN THE QUIET

never alone without voice

 

words chase me down

while traveling through

nameless towns

like cats and thieves

soft walking

through

openings in fences

 

where whispers speak

and lies wish for the truth

 

never stopping

outrunning hunger

yet praying for one more

heartbeat to see the moon

while evening drinks the day dry

 

 


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