less people
no talking heads
fill my ears with music
the rustle of leaves
the distant croak of the raven
the wheezy call of a boreal chickadee
my deafening respirations in winter's silence
and isolation of disconnectedness
.
..breathe
learn to pluck my instrument
fill my soul with song
drown out demons
take cover among the trees
feel the wind in my ears
heed the chatter of winged things
decorate my soul
with creature comforts
not found in the greed
and poison will of man
