The Silent Hunt for Noise 

Let the light snowflakes
cover the deep, muddy footsteps
behind me.

The indentations
moist, brown colored rocks
in-between the crevices of my shoes.

They’re carrying, carrying as far as they’ll go;
Simply holding on to the unknown,
tight pressures of black.
Both hoping, just hoping
the sunlight will come back.

and laying on its back,
the rock, having never moved
trekked a great distance
to the sight,
the place where I visit you,
now laying in the same manner.

when the sunlight returns
we’d prefer it to stay black.

Waiting, just waiting
for those footsteps to return;
with you walking back.

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Break the silence. End the violence.

Luke Atkins

Film, Music, and Television Critic

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