untitled 5
silently musing
inside myself as well as out
somehow the sound seems to flow
all around and under
flowing out again
dissipating into the cold air outside
but some stays here
a hand pressing its image into soft clay
the image remains when the hand is gone
so the song presses against my ears
to remain
spinning around endlessly in my brain
silently
well - maybe not so silently
i can still hear it
years afterward.
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