Through the still dawn air I do not find it Nor in the later hours is it found Not in the recesses of the breaks Urban mountains rest A pin drop? No – A whisper? Hardly – An unobtainable substance without matter Matters most to those that do not have it For I, I do not have it — Not here, not now It is not, I am...
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