like dust dancing in the light
filtered through a shutter’s slats
I walk through my emptiness
leaving less than a ghost behind
the room’s stark silence belies
the turmoil of indifference
which roils beneath my indecision
like marbles scattered to the floor
yet the indignant day grinds on
each definition thickens and blurs
through ever vaguer variations
until the very air clots with blood
(November 30, 2017)
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