Living Large

Standing
For nothing

Different
Than standing
For no reason

Just listen
To how it sounds
The whistle of nothing
The hollow hush of reason

Before long
You will quiet your mind
Your shoes will mean less
Holes in clothing with lost stories
Leasing things that stick around

For a while after that
People will mention you in conversation
Relying on their incapable memories
Drawing back sheets, pages, blinds
Then something magical happens
After disappearing from the anecdotal
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3.28.13