so many voices
echo in the
mountain
mind on fire
weapons become
understood
as unnecessary
about as much
as he feels the heart
as it liquefies
everything he touches
constantly
contained
simply standing
facing fears
face first
smashing the
glass
improving the
reflection
pebble in the
water
breaking his
will
to fight any
longer
so many voices
and meaningless
words
even when they
are supposed
to mean so much
less than the
investment made
plunging to the
depths
of someone he
never wanted to be
alone in the
crowd of familiar faces
the wrong
direction given or taken
not enough of
his own advice
American spirit
in his hand
empty and lying
flat on the table
overturned
another corner
found hidden
deep inside
the skull bowl
empty
knocked from up
on high
falling below
the normal
range and out
of sight again
still hear the
voice…
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