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Oblivion

the battle outside
my window under
smokey July
moon smirkin

crickets n katydids
drown the night
in buzzy chorus
comfort, sweet whiskey
hummus of midnight
marks on it’s otherwise
empty parchment
of silence

in all the noise
i doubt you’ll
even notice
if i die

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3 thoughts on “Oblivion

  1. This is a great sound picture you conjure up here. Living in temperate England, which right now is making records for a wet and cold July, all that heat and night time noise seems wonderful and exotic.

  2. Neal Cowan says:

    You have to live it to really appreciate the solitude and beautify of it all. So much noise for it to be so quiet. Your thoughts pound from inside your head,
    and you feel so connected to God, and small..

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