from CONCRETE
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TELL
The story
begins
where
words end
theirs
THIS
What you do with
your silence
is up to you
What I do with mine
is this
CONCRETE
My voice is
but I don't know what my voice is
Other voices come in I try to
let them speak
but I don't
know where from
I make them up
Sometimes they're people on the street
sometimes people I know
Voices are concrete
SIDETRACKED
Thinking
what I'm
reading
as I'm
writing it
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John Phillips
Concrete
The Bodily Press, 2025
