The moment

when sorrow impossibly pales
loss of what made sense and words lost
come untethered time and rhyme
unreasoned rants in late day haze
speech by period silenced period
hands cooling maps of energy’s expanse
numb fingers fumble winding at keyless clocks
ticked off to some same quiet long ago
after slave work totes to noiselessness
night outdistances convalescence
driven down to rounded sleep bound
dark drops drip stillness and nothingness
secret green moss blackens away
maybe until day may be light

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