Paralysis

A Poem by Stefon Napier

Summer turns everything to stone.

Only the present exists and that too is idle.

We stay homespun like hometown hummingbirds.

Glory to ancient myths creased with silence.

At ease, crossing vastness and drifting like leaves

Paralysis

Like the way we turn our backs on our own truths.

Standing still because in all the directions the wind is cunning.

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Added on May 25, 2013
Last Updated on May 30, 2013

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