A dip
in the canvas
and a mosaic builds
Traces
Of this reverie
Are enough to kill
I try to believe
But it fails to sink
A tear transpires
Retreats on reaching the brink
That corner
I stand alone
Trying to annihilate
Every memory of your tone
That forgotten porch
blinded by its veils
I plead it to
wash me in its obliterating rays
The empty dishes
The listless robe
The frolicking ants
The lightning bolt
Their familiarity
I look for , to breath into me
A borrowed life
In this transient eternity
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