swirls of words
from infinite directions
collide
into a halting
heaping
wreckage
sweet silence ensues
with the alphabet on pause
I play with perception
see how easily
mole hills
become mountains
shhhhhh
look
it’s all in how
you
swirls of words
from infinite directions
collide
into a halting
heaping
wreckage
sweet silence ensues
with the alphabet on pause
I play with perception
see how easily
mole hills
become mountains
shhhhhh
look
it’s all in how
you
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