the wind chimes
are all that
break the silence
clanging metal phalanges
trying to catch
the playful wind

i long
to tear them down
to let the
piteous jumble
fall to the leaf strewn ground
as i relish in
the heavy quiet

yet i know
they are my only
connection to
the world outside
missives sent
from universal currents
unanswered prayers
floating on
the tumultuous gales
to gather
flush with chaos
drowning out
the sparrows song

i stare outside
knowing the visions
prancing in
lavender flames
these wistfully
aborted dreamsqualls
will soon fall
mute against the
winter soil
wind chimes flailing
against the fell wind
an ossuary of
still ossicles
throught the tattered
ear drums of god


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