Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Hypocrite That I Am, I Want

Somewhere quiet, where I can
Listen to the wind
That’s always singing
“I don’t have much time left now,

When the world’s being the world
And not talk about the world,
Talk about the world being,
When unintelligible,

One small aspect of the world.”
Does the world need witnesses?
If so, it has us.

Does the world need us quiet?
I need us quiet.
Still, I continue to write.

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