Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Sunday, Jan. 18, 2004 - 11:29 p.m.

Following the movements of my mind, I found it perched atop a streetlight screaming sounds of joy I know I could never emit

Or just don't have the courage to

As a cold wind shook us both I found the courtesy to nod at my fellow man while he passed me, arm-in-arm with his love he whistled songs I wish I could someday hear but know

I will never hear again

I felt the dragging wind once more tearing loose folds of spirit out of my coat, carrying them far away in some billowing white dream I know I may have someday

But haven't yet awakened from

and all the faces fade from their skin as the time passes me by, shivering and smiling like gods without followers

Shaken fists falling limp in conversations half spoken to themselves...

I could have sworn I heard my name.

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