low noise constant and containing within these words
within the mind, solid shapes erased and formulated into new things
grown garden forgetting to water and nurture to carve care away
A stone faced parent in the spotlight of heaven
regarded a moment as fleeting
this book chained shut
reminded us of music in the air, slow fade sudden sunrise to greet
to grate
and starve this emotion, tender taken and locked away
put the key in a dry safe place once to say
twice to stay
and how it's aged since you've been away...
a flick of your wrist
locked away
a slash of my wrist locked away
lock of hair still kept in a braid
complete and at the end of this road
flowers wilting, blooming destruction is all around
the sound of crowds
and razor winter has failed
and we have mended with needle and thread.
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