Uninterrupted
emptiness
Shadowless
house
No windows gazing
at
dozing sheep,
browning
under the
cloudless sky
The slate
stones on the roof
Burdened by
the
secrets written, overtime
Cave in.
Peeping
through the doorless frame
I seek
something. Anything
To go on.
An ominous
trunk, once silver white
Lies sleeping
under the fibrous cot
Hiding my kryptonite
In plain
sight
At the far
end sits a cold earthen brazier
Delicately balancing
its legs, maimed
by the passing time
its gaping
mouth, anticipates.
A piece of
me. And a borrowed spark
To melt its
cold hearth.
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