Radio: dead air

silence is white
as smoke exhaled
or the whisper of shadows
ghosting
under trees

the orchestrated nothing
of smooth mossy stones
between empty skyscrapers
under trees

it is as if
a dandelion of voices
felt the breath of giants
and melted
in the blue of void

voyagers
into the canyons
of dreamtime
under trees

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