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 memory
aching smiles decorated false horizons
rusted crucified hope
removing slices of vacated breath
outside these calligraphy walls
Silence in torturing screams
deafens the shadows in gather
rested piled on voluptuous breast
urges retire upon deserted
egos
A jury forever debating
never throwing words
or heaving the silver thread
which in spirit wanders
this urgent waiting
a red dragon
watching
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