siblings

it seems

your dust has settled

and caked over

dried you into a statue of

being 

a cycle of sight

without seeing

you are stuck

 in a black box

in a dark cloud

I want to break it

but I’m hitting it with words that

twist themselves into

invisibility before reaching its

frame

air-punches and unheard sighs

we are on the edge of something

losing connection when none of us are 

gone

there must be a compromise

there must be communication

 

 

 

 

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