Independence (2006)

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he walks face down
o’er slabs of cracked concrete
light in his step
his pounding resounding in each of his feet
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a moment of breathlessness
shocked at the sound
a lull in Nature?
he’ll smash it and crash it back into the ground
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his comrades don’t know him
but they speak in tone
and many among them
are listening, whistling, our patience on loan
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language is futile
in solitary places
communication
received, achieved, through expressions on faces
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I hate this new trend
obsessing, convulsing
pretentious and careless
kept close to their hearts, sychronously pulsing
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Copyright L.M. 2006.  (Written March 9th, 2006.).
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