A tapestry that sways;
rumbled by days
that clock and rock
away the quiet.

I’m ghastly;
hands clasped and
nerves masked,
wishing for an eventual peace.

Glowing with wonder
away from the thunder,
which subsides the
bricks that encase me.

I’m ghostly;
teeth clenched and
fears benched,
devastated by what I can do.

This poultice
throbs to a different beat
and the lightness rises
my cold, dead feet.

Just dust on lips
and taught silence slips
beneath the thin,
white crack of the door.