Late traveller
Sitting in your space
Reclined and complacent
Trusting in Godless wonder
And thunder-clap romance
And the door is locked.
Nothing in
Nothing out
Nothing in
Eyehole glass, distorted contact
Lasting image
Voices in the corridor
Ethereal, leeching
Energetic
Callous
Loud
Electrified
The flash of the eyes
Palpitations and grey mornings
Transparency of hung material
Letting days leak through the window
Unnoticed
And the door is still locked.
And the door stays locked.
{ Citizen Erased }
Monday, 19 October 2009
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Very nice and artsy. I don't even have to tell you this is brilliant, you should already know that!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem even more now ^^
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