Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Whispers

All that I feel is faint 
and bare, 

all that I say 

is barely and only briefly 

there. 

all whom I love,

all that I know 

whisks on wind,
all that I hear drifts 

from that seer.
What a sibilant din

in my ear.

bruits all that 

sound I can hear.
all that I know, drifters and

shifters

blowing swifter,

blowing silent 
like snowing,  

drifting, shifting then

going.

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