never alone without voice


words chase me down

while traveling through

nameless towns

like cats and thieves

soft walking


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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