WRiTE
wall lace
stone

stones and street lamps
crashing china on brick walls
my instincts tell me fables
of people watching and still quiet
of me quiet and still watching
of me still
and listening
silence washes over the roar of summer fans
wind disturbed and claiming back its space
while i lie and look out
from within
i see
my skin touches
the air singed
and space undone
i occupy
invade
and
keep

  

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