Unbelievable air

Moon is gathering moss on ledge.
Voices come floating on low wind,
And voices have in them nobodies.

And they will not mean but just be.
Voices are dumb unbelievable air,
No-bodies as moon climbs a moss .

(Remembering a poem Ars Poetica BY ARCHIBALD MACLEISH)

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