Tinnitus He stands still, miles above me. Still like the walls of untoppled buildings fragile but erect after the quake; dignity undignified; and looks to the moon. Others are Reading The Woman in the Mirror Untitled Poem 5 Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: When the Flies Comes Home A Preview Sinner’s Complaint Lovely Sight Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 3 × = twenty seven