There’s a lyrical-less song on this earth everyone knows. It’s one so searing it penetrates silence. Only can we go unheard in the world without ears. Are we able to hear each other daily? “Good morning,” like a smile that fell in a forest: nobody made a sound. It’s early enough to call dismay. A bandaid on every finger. Pricks in power that crack and pop. Curling into nothing. Entitling your entire self-worth. Basing every opinion on another that really never had an origin. Just status quo. Walking around until it’s too early to deal with all this nonsense. Sleeping at noon. A bedtime for the dead. Living enough to see where tomorrow ends up. I’m still okay. Love Without Domination drapes in A Zoom Lens Compilation of Family & Friends. Hold hands:
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