dirty bowls
strewn on
letters unopened, insides untold
with crumbs on matresses
and sheets
discarded
artifacts left untouched
glisten on sheets
black where celestial
bodies would above
travel
faint ceilings with whisper,
heed rasping angels
breezing song call past
exposed limbs, blood
colden
shadows of apparitions,
an overexposed negative,
the photonic residue strains
an echo that
penetrates
wind chimes playful and
cloudbroken, sun shimmers
hope in between eyes closed that
are missing the warm breath beside.
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