With cloud cover
these empty spaces
are so loud
I can’t find
a rational thought
among them.
Every room is a revolving door
circling around
black or white
until everything is gray
and reeling.
It is a barefaced kind of swindle
such stunning showmanship,
he hardly reveals
his comings and goings
until the unshakable is broken down
and I’m left
teetering dangerously
on the edge of
his mouth.
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