Sympathy for the Hypotaneus

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a little bit of sad poetry about continuity. 


the end is a lazy beast. all hollow claws and torn tickets.

the show is always running. thumping stages full of voiceless actors.

the pauses simmer between our words. a vicious punctuation.

we idle too long and the shadows move to overtake  us.

every breath a chasm. the venom is sweet as it learns our names.

the lie is gentle as it unzips her dress. 

as the music quiets, time knocks on the doors that we've locked. 

patiently counting  the voices trapped behind them.


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