Trust Might Settle
I come into a listless place
suddenly among chipped shadows
for whose falling apart
rocks on distant hills shudder
I come into a listless place
suddenly among chipped shadows
for whose falling apart
rocks on distant hills shudder
my talking mind
recoils against the smallest things
When the phones rings
what lies there on the street
in white snow
goes to rest
and gives the heart a warm glow
but the phone call never comes
she doesn’t lie
do I believe that yet?
the weight of trust
still shifting
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