Blow

Here
and there
a certain amount

of
lost secrets
blow their way

into
empty pages,
bottles, walls, ashtrays.

They
blow in
like a bomb,

fill
the space
left behind by

us,
they fill
it with noise,

white
and deadly
noise, and wait.


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