to only hold what once we held…

‘in silence’

make theatre of this vow

a complex game of illusion 

stage squeezed out from lungs

our old science exhausts the cells

we fell gracefully as children

while an astral lamp accused us

of life now seeking peace

we pencil ourselves 

with sharpened expressions

thoroughbreds, the slightest hitch

all but derailing us.

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