quiet
words I want to say
still my throat and fill my mouth
burning through my lips
wire
I walk the tightrope
half-way between you and I
holding out my hand
nautilus
echoing softly
it spirals through my chambers
deep inside my shell
...........................................
Many haiku on my inner wanderings. Soon they will be more evenly mixed with words from my physical wanderings.
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