Conscience
not guilty of rain
mayhaps
or of causing pain
or perhaps
destroying grain
maybe
having too many babies
rabies, scabies
men and ladies
guilty
maybe
guilt
in the air
like a dragonfly
and I've done nothing
Lassitude
with lips parted
I'm running fingers through four day stubble
makes an ocharina sound
can't make a tune of it
just one odd tone
the head
a piano
sinus strung for music
I am hollow
tonal
alive
but not moving
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