One Saturday Morning

In this corridor we bathe in white
from walls to garments to a filtered sunshine
beyond the curtains, Life takes place
So they say

The chamber is quiet, attentive
All devices buzz, expectant
And vital signs declare normalcy

In this circle lies an unspoken complicity
A hunger emerges for all else, elsewhere
from bile and vertigo, hope against hope
We proclaim

 

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