Untilled

Cyclic repairs

Because you can only hold that mouthful of silence for so long until it guesses you empty of time and the breath comes loose where the reins give way, let the eyes finally mute their speech to find what drifts downlight to arrive along the banks. Claw nearer to some jagged edge and hold. 

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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