see?

it is already decaying

scraps carried off by the wind

leaving wounds behind that will not heal

cannot heal

call it dark beyond darkness

shadow born from shadow

I name it empty

and it does not stay me

I am gone

and left echoing where the wind tasted of me

there is now only silence

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If you want to hear poetry from some Denver poets you can find episodes of my show, The Poets, over at thepoets.co

Cheers!

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