Poem -
Excited stillness
Am I dead
DRAWN STAGE
UNOCCUPIED.
Demure miniature stationary tomb stones framed by skin torn from ancient beasts
hang in each corridor the gentle swing of corpse memoryÂ
aching smiles decorated false horizonsÂ
rusted crucified hopeÂ
removing slices of vacated breath
outside these calligraphy walls
Silence in torturing screams
deafens the shadows in gather
rested piled on voluptuous breastÂ
urges retire upon desertedÂ
egos
A jury forever debatingÂ
never throwing words
or heaving the silver thread
which in spirit wanders
this urgent waitingÂ
a red dragon
watching Â
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