Outside
Where Words collide
He sees and hears
Saws in Heards
Splitting in two's
At times thirds
Multiplying; few
staying true
To their selves
The chirping of birds
Takes me away
From the monotone verse
Momentarily
Joining night & day
Along a sundering universe
Spills a feign play
Laid out in obverse
To observe what'll remain
Quietly...
After the passing of a hearse
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