Wrapped blue velvet cloak
of soundless footsteps loud
vacant seats poetry begins
and you succomb to polished
hallway floors past closed doors
behind which word-waves
surge so still and silent gentle
graphite shushing crinkling
paper shoes shuffle nervously
beneath those creaking chairs
like justice poisoned trust
suspended truth is shifting
weighing brittle branches until
they break nothing has changed
but time suspended bent and
gnarled endless work upended
tossed and searched allowable
losses silenced now repeat
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Bengt Nyman (CC BY 2.0)
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