Nothing's AirA Poem by Alfred KukitzwhereNothing's Air There is always a time when I lay in my own silence, Sift the silent air, feel the comfort of the sofa embracing my buttocks, Begin my usual wonder about it all, feel a certain affinity in this affair, I gaze into open spaces, lick the rhythm of time in my mind, cascade into falling places, veer away from all norms, Write........write more.........and when I find the village where no one seems to know where it is....... I settle myself into the luxury of knowing I can't be found and bind my time into nothing's air. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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