Between each dust-coated shade, a sliver of purity makes its
presence known
light years ago the entire room would have been flooded with
innocence
yet now the blinds are drawn, preventing the taint of such
beauty.
outlines of childhood friends project against the papered
wall
how ever scarce, but strong enough for recognition.
the time for their nightly march has fallen
away from the bedridden comfort
toward impending liability
as we ever so slowly follow along with the waxing moon
with our star ridden eyes, and our over flowing hearts we
look forward with promise
and an excess of anxiety.
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