Wind

Wind blows through a mind
A night of remembered sea
When a deep sea was asleep
A distance away from night.

In the room wind is a creak
A hinge on a night’s silence
Rat softly scurrying forward,
A cockroach in eaten dishes.

Leaves rustle on continuity
A full throat of dog’s whelp
A snout at collective failure
Diaphragm shaking nothing.

It is world’s massive hollow
A re-echo of our yesterdays
Coming back from deep sea
A distance away from sleep.

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