Mist is in between

O, thin ice on the abandoned leaves
O, black crows, sore crowds
O, silent air who keeps your thought

I will tell you emptiness and hush it! Not a sound.
What makes us apart is not deviation

: back to back. Noises. It is.

Said it was smokes in the sky, 
Said it was clouds above the ground,
and mist is in between,
so for your voices and condensed breath.

I will tell you serenity and clear it! Not a single thing.
Not a sound. Not a single thing.
And the mist stays in between.

Tilburg, NL. Nov 30th, 12