Concrete Blinds #2

As if I could write poems on and on of clouds stars the moon life, alone walking a collection of cells. Flabbergasted as silence: how I have over used you. I walk in each

The ghosts the angels the numerals the maps the unknowing the cheap poems of concrete blinds and windows.

My heart rattles like a few stone foxes in a giant’s purse.

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