Wednesday, January 21, 2015

MUTeNT.

If there were no more seeds...
No more leaves
No more needs
No more weeds

No more dusk
No more dawn 
No more life 
No more light

No more dirt 
No more sand 
No more drops 
No more mud

No more black 
No more red 
No more hands 
No more plans

No more words 
No more reasons
No more seasons 
No more love

No one heard 
No more laughs 
No one feared 
No more tears 
----

No one moody 
No one gloomy

No assuming
No alluding
No igniting 
No inviting 
No relaxing 
No reclaiming 
No relating  
No disguises
 
No delays

No more vague. . . ness

No one listened 
No one heard
 
No one spoke
 
No more words 

No more muses 
No more music 
No amusement
No misuses
No impatience 
No more waiting 
No one angry 
No one craving
 
No more sound 
No one frowned
No, more, one

Mute, no sound 

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