depose,
until you are looking the song
in the eye.
All else falls into
silence.
Your arms, biceps
still.
Chest,
wide
to the day
to the night
to the faded sides of buildings
shining in alleyway streetlights;
mouths move
but say nothing,
asking to be recognized.
grateful you realized
it exists:
right beside
your book of
words.

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