Lately, I have been
listening to people
and places
people sound like
words and laughter
sneezes and song
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the hissy fit of the wind
and the fender bending
clash of traffic or
the shriek of cloud
busting jets
and sometimes
I just sit back
and listen to myself
travel through time
like an HG Wells
character
in this soft
in the middle
machine
and I swear
I sound
like a one-monk chant
in a temple
of wonder and doom
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Photograph: Unknown (originally color).
"a temple of wonder and doom" describes the world so perfectly.
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