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 12-Point Palatino Im Just Me Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: A Preview FLARE on GOD 24 A Yellow Poem We Were Young and Free Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 5 × = forty