WORDS
Like houseflies, we buzz upward and hit the white
ceiling
Circling around the room, we pass the closed door
How long before we realize this present space and
time?
Instinct moves us toward the light of the window
But we bounce off with no escape
Within these walls, this day, we co-exist
It’s
where words fly and we negotiate
To surrender to the will of each other
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