a breezy space

swimming through the cold desert
I washed myself thoroughly
free from pretense or deceit
I stood up
and revealed my sincere story
but you hold your bludgeon still
though the air is pure
there’s nothing to hit or to fight
it would only fly through
and taste the breezy space
which echo-free
could kill you with silence
cos there’s nothing I can do
to free you
from your fears

 

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