Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
When I am afraid
To even know my knowings
Or hold them up to shine
A terrored future
Wordless yet unsilent
Is only ever mine.
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