There are no sounds but those the mountain commands
A thousand creatures communicating their nature
The waters of the river crashing against the rocks
It used to be peaceful, but now it’s just loud
They overpowered everything,
The music I played,
The words I voiced to no one but myself
Everything drowned in the constant monotone language of the mountain
I was muffled by the white sound of solitude
And so, I began to lose myself in the present
Catching myself coming back with the past
The sun was shining but I couldn’t see past my memory
And I remember when I could see the trees moving,
How they danced for me,
How they spoke to me.
Now, they stand there motionless, as if mocking me
And I lose myself
In the absence of wind,
In the sound of the water,
In the heat of the sun,
I lose myself
And I find myself wandering the streets of my past,
Running down Folsom,
Crying down Saint Paul,
Smiling down Kedzie
In the deprivation of sensation,
I find myself hearing the laughter of my mother,
Seeing the faces of my brothers,
Feeling the warmth of a lover.
But it is all gone,
And all that is left,
in this static place,
are the strolls I take when I lose myself.
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