The Sound of London

Silenced
By my constraints
I grow envious of the cigarette 
that knows you.

Peace found everywhere
should be found near
But rather we draw closer
and listen to the hum: 

Mouths 

Opera

Machines

Harmonics

Dishes

Knives

Laundry

Sleep 

Sex

Dreams 

Apathy 

Silenced!

by my constraints.
I love you more than yesterday,
but art will lie
by this photo: my retort.

With masks we appear
in the foreground of our sheath:

Pushing

Crashing

Always

Dying

Living

Loving

Never

Leaving

Always 

Losing

Break.

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Poem: © 2006 Ashley Wolpert Miller
Photo credit: © Julia / Adobe Stock