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precious windows mark,

the silence of staring

drape from skin,

scant cover collapse

thine eyes falter not

this hand slows not

faster, faster, faster

spent against the windowpane

changed things are not

this pales

pernicious misery swallow

cautious glance resonates

soft words with soft hands pass

hesitantly and patiently through

ten percent so fulfilling,

underneath and beyond

so barren



though as the strings

of those below

on which we dance

in such knowing tandem

will dissolves

and weakness eats alive



though parading eyes

bear too heavy

bend now, falter

choice rings

silence reigns

textured dew falls as tears

chills of morning mist blanket this

leafless and grey the winter drapery weeps

the grace of the sun is not yet at hand



rise, gentle giant

push away the disorientation

wipe away the trails

the monotony of settled saliva stings hard

but this is requisite

this is living



silent screams as the waves fall beneath

aged descent, pattern in familiarity

so throughout the maze

of shadowed dreams

here is the end of the cycle



the bowl sings

and so in a iconic symbol of progression

the river flows