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Rated: GC · Poetry · Emotional · #2258302
#70 from the pendulum

Tuning forks sound
Up stairs of contemplation.
In smoky rooms of ambivalence
Dusty windows tremble bass -
Songs to the emptiness inside.
Time turns out hourly
On headless cuckoo clocks.
Sons and daughters are born
While others die
In the world outside
Of night-filled boxes -
Stumbling in the dark
On broken glass and twisted sheets,
Splintered toes tip vivid red.
Northside chills in fevered dreams,
Sweating imagination
Into stained mattresses.
Nothing. Nothing is or isn't.
Nothing sounds truth
To troubled minds like silence.
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