There's a ripple in the stratosphere
of undemanding attention
Creaking slowly across the floorboards
of consciousness and breaking down
wooden doors of inhibition.
Never has the lonely animal
sat so silently, secretly shushing
servant saints.
Window pains of repression
allow silent searches of what life looks like outside
but the windows remain unbroken.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
There's a ripple in the stratosphere
of undemanding attention
Creaking slowly across the floorboards
of consciousness and breaking down
wooden doors of inhibition.
Never has the lonely animal
sat so silently, secretly shushing
servant saints.
Window pains of repression
allow silent searches of what life looks like outside
but the windows remain unbroken.
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