Silent-Silent Feet

Thoughts, full of clamored utterances of imagination, the artist dwarfed ambitions set in beaten marble, as anecdotes chilled twisted clean The morning smile, sigh now stare dissolved as steps pass in the grass. Solicitude cold from agitation now strength, stumbling roads wait Pity the grass, the steps the roads erring feet, stumbing in thoughts, as tongue stumbled in the silent inflections, silent-silent feet