Sounds of Silence


My brea the ice cold
sounds of silence
in the heat of midday I realize I
can never get past this cold blooded happiness

Worlds freeze fog quivers as it shivers in the
moonlit air
Zen hands seem to shake with the effort
of keeping me out here

A truth caught in the open
because
the hot sun hates
halfway heroes

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