
paint
dripping
slowly down
forgotten walls –
a dingy, low-set ceiling;
none
standing
anymore:
the lights have died,
but nobody’s left kneeling

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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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So what is happening here? And your previous post too?