Visage

Wading
In yesterdays sky,
Sounds of life
About the stuffy room
When'd the mist get here?
Faceless
In falling leaves
Smells like lavender
Faceless

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A phone rings, wrings

Spider webs on a corner ebbing
still probing, staring and confessing
a life now former, still hear the phone ring
the world no longer in sync
order, reorder- it grows warmer.

Red hot coin

Please, please inside

My house is yours,

Hang your masks on the wall

Throw away your armour

The neighbors don’t mind the clatter

They’re all deaf, you see

Their silence hangs

Like a red hot coin, straight from the fire;

A star hanging over them

From it a thousand beam of illuminationĀ