#878 - and here we are at the end of the day

 

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and here we are at the end of the day

fragments assembled from thin air 

like stones stood grazing till the dim

how do we haunt?

no one hears our

shouting into the void 

you wouldn’t recognize the place

so many places

won’t see themselves as such

laconic, let’s say taciturn

so many conversations people don’t want to have

it’s hard to get words out of the man 

one is lost for them, you could say 

the river might have had ten names

another if you blink 

the more of a voice you have 

the less you have to care who listens

everything has a voice 

are you with me here?

fades

doesn’t matter what you say 

how many laws you proclaim

no one ever owned a word

or could ever keep one 

they stand like stones in a circle

bound off unbidden

one lends the naked ear

words are like 

neither cat nor dog 

can’t keep a good one down

but wombat, burrow under 

like wallaby, off with the fences

like a bird before you name it 

well away with the song  

let us not speak

lest error

lest we possessed

here at the end of the day