Thursday, January 11, 2024

The blackness of a window when lit from within

If space is nothing but undulating ebony
another Waiting for Godot theme
bleeding into the iris
then transforming
shorter bones with heavy head
meals may never come
early hours same as late
crucial conversations never held
diminished capacity murmurs
imagined one there passes
vastness expands the pupil
cease to click the metronome

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