the cracks in the sound of the wood of this floor
my feet have posed
them sounded
reminded
a step
a step, then alive
(more than my breathing)
gasp-for-some-air
has not been
(out of sadness)
that loud
they crack at the heat
cracked out of cold
revise
not dead yet
not a requisite
still alive
tranquil
as I wish
it was
the tempest
in my hum
this night
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