ender

ender

VT

18 years old

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  • Hands

    What machinations of man and machine rush toward us,

    thundering nearer every moment at lightspeed?

    Creases in our folds become smoothed out,

  • music

    the music will never ring in his ears again

    the music goes on to infinity but never reaches him

    the music’s bells jangle to emptiness and only emptiness

    is there music if there’s no one to listen?

  • Wind

    the wind buffets my windows 

    great gusts gushing to greater heights 

    they keep me in my home by keeping me out of their home 

    but i'm fine with that 

    so i sit, cozy, wrapped in a blanket, 

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