TheFeatheredSleep – Maps left blank
A letter
Is no letter
If it’s written at night as you lie
Staring at oscelating overhead fan
Hearing in its medicate purr the things you cannot alter
A letter
Unwritten
Is simply a wish
Searching for diety
Perhaps it will never find
A God willing
Or time will dissect
Impulse
Those words, carefully written out
To articulate the sounds
You hear chiming in your heart
Continue unheard
So instead, you join the mass of humanity
As they embark
Every morning with first train
A legion of
Unwritten emotion
On the tip of their
Blistered tongues
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