by kholinar

Silence,
placeholders.
Abstractions last,
tears trailing,
where once
there was
no end.

Numbers bound
round corners.
With Ego —
some division,
With versa,
vice outbidden.

Impulse.

Fall
and darkened leaves,
Fall,
finality — concrete.

A void.

Morning
and squinting eyes.
Mourning
for a wake.

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