Light falls
In an empty room
A silence weighted
As dust is weighted
Particles and beams and dreams
That float through the spaces
In between.
Our bodies are quiet
Except for the mechanical noises
The rhythmic functioning of gears
Grinding away in bone cases.
I am meat in a dusty tray;
You are wrapped like a fish in paper;
We are motionless
Sleeping the death of a still room.
Do we whisper our prayers
Begging favors from phantoms of dusk
Giving the void our hope
Hoping it will not be swallowed
Like light in the darkness.
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight.
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