We hear the
crashing coming from our neighbors’ house
As we rest
on chairs and look up at the stars
Though we
cannot identify the din we hear
The moon and
its men are making themselves clear
Tis so dear
to see
When
breathing soothes me
We hear the train wheels screeching as we go
But peering
out the window there is untrodden snow
I watch the
mountain fracture as I walk on it
But my feet
love the scree, every single bit
Tis so
precious to see
When
existence soothes me
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