Wednesday, October 14, 2015

I had to do these things when I got here.
Most of them got done.
Just a few important points left,
The respect I have for those.
In every little nook.
The noise filling the silence.
That's all it does I guess.
Noise, thunder, tracks of small absences in the mud.
Then the noise ends,

And here we are again.

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