A breach of trust placating truths concern
Misleading analogies abound
Consequences of exclusion and real-world exchanges.

Linguistic confusions infest the crowd
And Corpses of utterances
Dance as a dreary day progresses.

From high-rise city blocks occlusion is maintained
So thinking life dies
And only unrequited love can see the light of day.

To passionate men and women nothing is accident
Delicate space between the sheets
Shadows caught and held.

My last sight of you
Holding these unread books
Use is in the language

And now…..
What has the downpour left?