The Day

this frigid air licks my spine

the unrelenting concrete siphons my only warmth

the hour rests just before dawn

today is the day

maybe the last

i will not be controlled.

if we cannot listen

nothing will be heard

until those words
transpose into perpetuity

forever ringing tragic
in our deafened ear

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