Undertones

November 25, 2017

My texts to you accumulate

on my screen

one after the other,

uninterrupted threads of silence,

tails on an abandoned railroad.

 

My knocks on your door

resonate in the empty hallway

with the sound of cracking

stone-like eggs

of a mythical half-human,

half-rock bottom creature.

 

At the end of your voyage

from the deep blue,

this surface where

living things of your species

go about their daily business.

 

Sunglasses in hand,

count me in

to fight the glare together.

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