Dark eyes watch the snow melt outside,
Basking in the warmth of the midday sun.
Listening to the rumbling of the vacuum cleaner,
roar up and down the hallway.
Separation.
Torn from the world, thrown
into something more magnificant,
more blank, more wanting, yearning,
to feel the power again.
Taken over by the rush of control,
freedom as the beat brings the shadows
over the eyes. Hiding from the soul
inside and beating with strength of
renewal and regrowth. A strike of pain
hits the inner heart, but the eyes, the eyes
they push it away as quickly as it comes,
wanting to feel the blank, forgetting,
trying to forget what it feels like.
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