(thread)
each tiny thread in
your skull, you pull out and cut
they sing with the wind.
(scent of...)
god cut the stomach
of a new born, releasing
the scent of cedar.
(forever)
a city of kids
without faces; a city
meant to never age.
(underneath)
under the dead tree
lies a city of water
floating & drowning.
(building breathing)
this building can hear
when you whisper in its ear
gentle & quiet.
(hereafter)
a soul trapped within
the veins of a dying leaf
like a sealed cocoon.
(nature)
this fires anthem:
illuminate all that is
meant to one day morph.
(wet sounds)
rain drops make music
with wet sounds of collision
that form melodies.
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