It fills the reeds
the husks of seeds
a cradle-ing
in between
the sound it makes
the feel it beats
a listen-ing
dead air speaks
it follows feet
shadow-busy streets
a company-ing
souls that seek
it falls like rain
low pressure din
a crush-ing
hearts that shrink
it rips apart
sinews to shards
a claw-ing
un-subtle hints
it breeds from scenes
of might have beens
a dream-ing
un-spoke of hymns.
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