human it is by Reuben Woolley

I am not a silent poet

are most human
………in quiet
hours
where hurt
………………comes
……………………….tumbling through

& time doesn’t move

alone
we are human
……..where
………………..i
goes labyrinth
……………………….threadless
blind
wherever

here
……..we are human
on these sands
……..irrevocably
lonely

..

……………………..in tears
we are human.it’s
the water we share

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