May 27, 2013 § Leave a comment

trees, foreign; multitude of growth

power-lines, piercing

Divided; double-pane glass, sealed

still, tunneled winds unravel, bound particles unbounded

bounce? scatter?

in my ears, nature relates

Through frame, drywall, plaster, paint

structures shaken by oppressive sounds

If not light (color) then

whatever else these nerves interpret

All moves through me,

a part; I am a part

Apart, forces obliterate walls. Apart, these walls bend

toward me or away

as trees, foreign; multitude of growth,

bend against or at will of wind

apart, all parts

Where Am I?

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