Thursday, December 19, 2013


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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