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 A Still Small Voice Abused Destiny Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Wrestling Demons The Wall Ramblings on Writing My Encounter with a Homeless Man Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * × 1 = five