Cold Floor…

Cold floor

bitter dream

I sit

lingering frustration of

words remaining sealed

in cages

mounts fierce echoes in

silence.

Hands long to move

like old ink across new paper

to the ticking of thought

and fascination of favor

but for days

the sun and moon have greeted

a blank slated mind

unable to untangle

and bring forth even a prayer

to honor the blessing of breath,

no only

silence.

Eyes scanned the testament of nature

searched blade and throng of

fowl floating in storm billowed cloud,

approached and reproached

the edges of nothing for a glimpse of

Gods

a muse

a spark given

if even out of pity

deafening silence within.

but I have come back with

silence.

and languish

here in this

space

the canvas

blank

the

lined horizon of possibilities

clean

and the audience of

futures beyond me

remain

silent.

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