And that din of silence:
Of my own
Criticism, encouragement, indifference.
The noise of humanity
Crass, containing
Words from street corners,
From bars, from dreams.
The ink always bleeds
Into the moments between
Breaths.
We fight for that heartbeat
Of release, into the world...
The autumn chill,
The breeze through
A copper beach.
Until once more...
The reverberations.
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