Jo Bien Poet Verse

Moot

I wonder how it feels
as the chalk is erased away
to know that what you mean
is exactly what you say

the words hang thick like cobwebs
heavy in a dusty room
serving as a shelter
protecting like a womb

there's an shadow on the floor
a taped outline of the truth
and what you heard was me
although the point was moot

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