The world is all alone
and I want to talk to it but
silence flows out of me
and drowns everything
like a net of fish
pushing over a stone
or like the kind of blood
that plucks the stars out of the sky
and dissolves them
waiting for breath to wring it out
flooding the lungs
filling the world
like a moon that has lost its mind



filling the World

Ben Judson


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