Dialogue

too quiet     

    tonight I can feel 

    you deep inside stirring

    up my deliverance

    turmoil for decline

to be good

quiet tonight

    but the red shall flare

    chiming clocks strike

    pandaemonium inclined

for shedding tears

quiet tears

    make me wonder 

    when bodies fused

    our prison reclines

too good for sleep

Published by ambroseanthonythompson

A previous librarian considering a change of careers while meditating through art.

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