Wednesday, October 28, 2015


if you paid the ear to
silence if you laid
your fan to rest the
after fluid then ,the
fleece of pages spitting
sparks and gnats would
if voice were water
,calms the deadness in
your clouded shirt your
towered fog streaming f
from the windows

nostril's face or soundless breeze


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