Poem 1979 (4)

Isolation

Suffering often goes unwitnessed
nothing moves among mountains but air
while dark rocks echo with our cries
that dissolve across
their sharpened lines

And my words
so soon swallowed
absorbed
gone from view
like a tune burning itself out in the head.

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