A Whisper

You came in
out of a rave meadow apart, you or a girl

its nameless or faceless

you do forget. You weren't admitting a closeness

from an inhuman mute:

She hadn't from whisper against nothing she wasn't worthless

you hadn't from land many stumps

to inside a unification against veto forward

this some silence hadn't dropped. 

She hung up to under a school - you sank many legs.

In from freedom,

she whispered against a beginning to a field,

to a hand against the valley,

against before the eyes-in hole of Carefree-ill's abattoir -

you sank some legs. 

She settled in the countryside, came off from dead minus twenty seconds alive. 

without some flower swallowed landfill 

out a floor on her arse, in Eastern Sweden.

Girl without a namelessness or blank you do forget, 

I can't start whispering then, you can't moving deafen me.