a hundred whispers of caution I cradle,
written down on shards of a dream that floats still.

lens of a broken glass in slumber I spy,
masking a hole stretched over a scene now blurred.

paralysed for to rise and move I refuse,
waiting for you to pull me away from you first.


5 thoughts on “…stagnation

    • That’s exactly a consequence I wish I could have incorporated into that piece! Thank you for expressing it so well. It’s hard when you’re willingly blind to it.


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