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| Joel Bradshaw- public domain |
One more night
in desolation
chamber
the hall, slow
walk
absorbing
glorious
chaotic remnants
through the doors
night through the
walls
through dark
shades
maroon-beige
spirals
geometric
patterns
transmutation in
dark
moments met, transposition
grace and
disorder
sounds marking
lust
on the soul’s
imprint
cowing to loneliness
As structures
stand
the earth churns
below
unmoving,
unknowing
marking a return
to the same place
with the same key
grinding the lock
peering inside
revelations held
by
dim lamp’s shine
cut in
desperation’s
glance, peering
down
through holes
marking
blackout shade’s monument
patterns of the
world
the word
uncivilized
Morning cuts through
laser-printed
beams
casting out patterns
imprinted vision
backs of the
eyelids
senses’
uncertainty
direction the
floor turns
plan for its day
faces brought
forth
anonymous gathering
momentum in
movement
ill-gotten gains
places of worship
altars in lines
of faces downshifting
toward sleep
