I’m trapped 

in broken brambles 

awaiting the wolves 

approach. I hear 

my shadows,

forms within forms,

ripple slowly 

through empty trees, 

like dry leaves

on an absent wind.


to inconsequence, 

I hover on the edge 


as I had a part beyond 

this tacit whisper.

These walls contain 

all the ghosts who speak 

of love and duty:

like dead lover’s memories, 

dark conversations ensue.

(February 16, 2023) 

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