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 When the Flies Comes Home Why POETRY? Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: The Taste of Blood: A Ghost Story A Close Encounter With the Ruby Crowned Kinglet Bird FLARE on GOD 113 Fantasy, Powers, Occult, Nobility, Oppression, Magick, Speed, Metaverse Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * three + 5 =