Stills
A tasteless dust on the tongueWisdom flutters in a leaf/windblown
Shadows chatter against attic Windows
Steal in the night
Steal in the night,
Theft of secrets thunder/back room rains
Atmospheric pressures push/brake
Ozone chimes with blue tinged lungs
All movements still/waiting.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-08-11 at 00:21
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