Screaming Silence
No spaces between
teeth
The aftermath of
forgotten
tribulations
A monastic principle
taught,
authorized, and believed.
I want to forget,
minutes
waving like leaves
in a short-lived October.
The blowing
piebald in my vision
as I contemplate
death,
or life as things fall
to the ground
crashing but finally,
speaking.
- Zach Fishel
