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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