Saturday, 18 January 2014


Words of defiance fall
upon deaf ears, keen
to find sunlight in dark corners.
What bright lights we hold
over our shoulders, absconded.
In his silences you solicit
words that should not repeat to 
We are all but blank canvases 
tainted by the shadows that dance
across broken easels and
misguided grooves, buried into
unstoppable routine. 

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