illusion of safety

There are silent pictures
hanging on the wall
abstract and undefined
blank, but understood nevertheless

These hands are still writing with ink
smearing love on papers
stories of ambiguities
and pages of forewords and conclusions

I can’t tell
where I could finally rest and stop
or if I have ever begun at all
but someone’s dying out there and I cannot let it go

Seeing nothing
believing heaven would descend

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