Zero six five five

these hollow words
what do I want to worry about today
what weights will measure out
the pace of our breath

I tap on them
trying to get them to speak up a little
getting their voice heard
devoid of avoidance
on every frequency from
here to that other station across the
thirty third parallel
marking the way one pace at a time

riding shotgun in the foam
rolling down condensation

always one brush stroke away from a masterpiece

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