In a Disembodied Moment

words randomly waft into my mind heading toward a distant echo (a low note drones
from an invisible cello) hounds cry in yards drunkards howl throughout streets cracking
an aging church-bell tolls a far-off mass few observe old electrical wires sagging
as the invisible web widens…

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