Stasis
Imprison the blaze
for unlearning
the ghost of our light
to bow down before
an interim simulacrum
of the sham.
You said,
that the colours are so hurting;
that this soundless shapelessness
comforts you.
I cannot extricate you.
Cannot unleash
from the unbreachable
for I learned that
this stasis is your only home.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2017
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