Volume 68 Issue 4

Do you hear that?

Our words reverberate,But I can’t remember what was said.Four years passed us by –Now as I walk past the same buildings,See the spots where we lingered,The trees are growing older, but the food trucks are the same. I hear a faint whisper,Like music in my ears.When we talked of nothing,It still meant something –Something that

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Under trees

solitude among giantshow it feelsto know that i inhale their exhalationsand that they do the samethat as we both respiratewe are conspiringconnecting anthropic and organic crest it’s a strange homea mystical divideroots to canopyseparating landscapes ofurban and ruralthe planes of my mindfinally at rest every moment under trees,every breath,preciousalthough infinitesimal.smaller still to these creaturesrooted to

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