Finals
A stalking moon comes
riding
on mount of silver
and
blue
metallic
shimmering
beckoning
shadows colliding
with
imagined imaginings
and
impassioned words
spoken to
look
like you
rhyming
with
the glow of
lightening dark
pale
dawns
shivering in
twilight unmasked
as
a
hollow
exchange
that
bounces from
here to there
and
wonders
how the connection
grew so
weak
and
unenduring
when
plastic care
became
so unassuring
and
deaf and dumb
came
crawling
droning
so
enough became
too much
to hear
and
flat tone
came alive
to
animate my screen
in hurried
dutiful
replies
evenly spaced to
reflect
time better spent
elsewhere.
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