keeping pace
becomes something--
once
more the sounding of thoughts
thoughts once as loud as bells where she stood in cold silver--ringing shadows--where he was blurred by others uprooting
we are forgotten touch--this sheheiheshe while pieces were left scattered on the floor--
windy retribution flew them to the north east south---a triangle of time
by-ways forgotten on energies spent lying in open fields--solitude a familiar friend that comes and goes to often gone
and now i haven't the day
what is being said here?-- a loaded question for in words written
with justsobreaks--
meaning could be
h i d d e n
any Where
and in-between the lines is the last place you should be looking
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