More poetry.

sometimes i wonder
if i could ever be
this loud
this brazen
wideopenandscreaming thing
as quiet as
the looseness of breath
in the cold loneliness of
having a mind without
thought
in this life with
its audacity to leave me
simultaneously
shivering with fever
as a dry leaf crackles
on a ground ripe
with words of uncertainty
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