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a place within
closed away from scrutiny
from the world
angry at the wind
at the rain
at daylight
angry at your smile
at the sound of your voice
angry at it all
this is where I live
and how
you come
like a void
false journey-mate
embossed with promises
a coat of synthetic
edges peeled back
its leatherlessness
revealed
shivering
I wrap it round me
seeking warmth
but it is not supple
ill-fitted
it does not hold my form
you do not remember
the bend of my arm
nor the silk
that slid
slippery underfoot
on the marble aisle
as we stalked love
and the vain promise
it would be constant
as the wind
as the rain
as daylight
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I lean upon my folded fist
cool against my temple
elbow solid
on my cluttered desk
eyes drooped
and closed
aflame with spoiled sleep
face slacked
head cocked
tilted to the right
heavy with confusion
skull upon the finger bones
in weighted indecision
procrastination presses down
the whooshing hum
of cooling bytes
relentless in my ears
thoughts like digits
on a dollar slot
spin unsettled in my mind
they neither click
nor lock in place
they tumble
in a jumble
they roll and blur
just out of focus
lost in mental fog
sunken in my office chair
I remain
immobile
paralyzed by perplexity
imprisoned
by the chaos
awhirl in my mind
the freedom of decision
impossible to manage
nothing will be done
this day
no first step can be taken
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do not look upon me
in this untended state
grown over
with regret
rampant with cynicism
with unbridled bitterness
in this winter season
of dormant bloom
waning hope
my color has all faded
gone to random hues of grey
the faintest blush of tint
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