Left alone amid this vague cacophony
Of rampent thoughts and disharmonic understandings
Here to parse a riddle in a wire smiling
In between the towers who’ve no room
For casting shadows,
To make some meaningful deduction
In the trails of smoke that trace the specters
Manifest in panes of mirrored glass,
I believe I heard a lyric speaking
Whisper quiet through a writhing dust
Of constellations fabricating light of day,
And I believe it sang of silence.

#melbourne #australia

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