[bloody kisses]: 558.Incognito, Wind-Blown Television

drifting, falling down
wind blown, scattered
all around
stricked with awe
they brush the ground
no matter how close
you'll hear no sound
only the wind
as it howls
and the strey leaves
skitter on the ground
a white shine miracle
claimed as found
but it's music
with no sound
a beauty for which no one cares
they can't hear, they're too loud
too impatient
for nature's clown
the land itself
is in a shroud
such an amusement
yet to be found