Tinnitus He stands still, miles above me. Still like the walls of untoppled buildings fragile but erect after the quake; dignity undignified; and looks to the moon. Others are Reading Milk & Honey Happy Independence Day Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Fall Poem Never Starting is Easier Than Quitting Reconciling in the Cold FLARE on GOD 5 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * one + = 10