STOPsomething inside him  it barked Write it down whatever it was he didnt want to cross it scribbled charred trees

        warily he looked about in n out not knowing if to expect commendation or derision

   hollow air 

                      maybe whatever moved on or was folded inabsorbed 

charred trees

it did resonate please him 

charred trees

ash flakes tremble 

                            pensee probing 

sifted by a tickling breeze

cant see the forest for the trees

hope they catch the bastard

   rolled off his tongue asif planted or memorisedmesmerised barked Willtha do                                                                                                         listeningtipped his head forward

hollow air 

charred trees

             phonaesthetics ably welcome to join the motley crew hes assembling to overwhelm cellar door  which didnt impress him since first he understood what phonaesthetics is                                                                      

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