The Third Suspension
And I'm resentful
because you know how the silence
makes me grind my teeth together
if not seething in rage than to just make
some noise
fill the hollow space in my ears.
Flowers don't make commitments.
They die like truth on a stem.
Are we wasting away?
Like a spark and then we're out.
Like a roll of fog, it's coming at us.
Are we too stupid?
I can feel the cracks preparing
like targets, I know what exact parts
are the weakest
what card will be pulled first.
And this house will flutter down around us
like paper.
Silent, but totally destroyed.
No one will hear it
but us.
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