Curtains

Updated: Oct 23, 2021

In the grey curtains between sleep and waking

Our black or white surrenders to daybreak

Scorn carnival of dreams on canvas of memories

Sincerity drifts to the backyard of history.

Seventy times seven times, the feeble swallow

Wallow, they wallow in a conspiracy over the eons

Words embroidered and galvanized in cast iron

The mind's burden of proof has eluded the callow.

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