The Argument We Never Had
To live inside of words… how could I unlodge him?
My body spoke, my eyes listened; a stone, he heard nothing.
I said, Boot; he answered, Dollar.
The mind feels no wind! I cried; The wind’s in the mind, he replied.
With time the bell tolled measuring a death.
I walked to the fields, where the sun was rising.
I asked my questions there and all the grasses bowed to me.
“Mente en libertad” by Jack-Drexler @ DeviantArt.com