Quietly, they whisper rumors
Again, shouted the others
I think out loud
Find fault in the line and stand near
Myself – a shell of the former

Somewhere, rooted in dirt
Nobody, a town full of those who look
Will the sun stay fixed in its position?
Notice the stars never looked closer

Maybe, among the trees
That, in fact the birds would stay
Is it worth asking an audience of one?
The words surrounded unsettled

Story, from the second level ground
Of, in fact found nearby branches swing
My windows tapped by them over again
Life fades as the snow falls and leaves crunch