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by Kevyn Clark
this
is all
I am
here
sitting still
breathing air
I
don't know
the answer
yet
the question
still begs
forms
of perfection
glistening
sounds
a choir
here inside
sing
to me
to someone
words
lie sleeping
paralyzed
come
to me
I pray
night
deep black
exhales silence
nothing
and again
and still
what
if anything
will change
death
still waits
closed lipped
visions
dance here
and there
captured
on occasion
by want
dreams
fall wasted
and ignored
this
is love
and life
dust
faint whispers
blowing away
emptiness
a river
ever flowing
this
is all
I am
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