Your eyes murmur and hold out a hand
For
something not lost but missing nonetheless
An
anticipated voice loitering in hunted stillness
You search cupboards full of imperceptible lapses
Seek
mirrors that hush innumerable syllables
Mute
intonations haunting neatly folded shadows
Your
muttering eyes reach and faster than light
Startled
inflections freeze and feign death
An
eminently breathless pause that welcomes
Whose
impending presence? What name now
Falls
from your lips? No irremediable distances
No
extinguished vistas untouched by passion
Long
since beyond these windows of lassitude
Here
in the blue twilight of your quiet rooms
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