Friday, December 4, 2009
some silent song
some silent song
when flapping you hear heavy wings
look up to see a swan fly!
be held at point-blank range
by beauty
incessant hissing: cars
low rumbles growing: planes
machinery: artillery
for building buildings, more than more
this crazy world: we crazy ones
we did forget where swans once flew
we did not heed their singing
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