Five Lines then Good Night

sometimes it’s ten thousand pounds of silence
sometimes it’s hail storms of white noise
it’s all too much to bear
and too much to translate to time
it’s far too reasonable that we’re all found in scattered fragments of bone

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2017

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Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. I like spaghettios.

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