Burn it all away
Let the wind carry it forth,
Till nothing remains.

~ Umi

Shout
Cry
Scream
But don't give up
Don't even think about it

a desert to travel
place to be

to listen
hear the wind.

The vinyl record just rotates
in circuits of unforseen loops
queued in the unending circles
revolved strains of melodies

Yet every song remains the same ​stamped of a watered down clef
rooted fragile moments of numbness
gated inside notions with bricks

Even if the sun roars in a trumble
she remains that inhibited builder
a human, that fragile sort of a woman
a protective rooted architect of life