Why?

Endless screeching silence.
A languid draw, of thick, damp, poison  
Some day. A relevation will make it clear.

I am waiting,
the clock has stopped.
tick, ..  

Are we all just strangers in laundered clothes,
trying to tear into one another?

Our flaws, our salvation.
Black is clear and white is dense.
Freeze me in one thought. This.

The resthouse is within,
One of these walls, is a door.
knock.

Knock. Again.
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Is anyone home?
Who are you?

Does it matter?


(Silence)



ENJOY
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Love Well!