Thursday, May 9, 2013


I spend my days
Saying nothing
Because breathing
Steals my words.

I move
Cutting corners,
Ghostlike, invisible
To the top of this
City's world.

A lake spreads out
Below me,
Shivering from the
The wind's breath,
The breath of winds
Coming to steal
All our words,
Leaving only the sound
Of meaningful force.

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