Abate: Debate

Cramped between
restless walls
shifting cryptically.
Lost absolute,
searching frantically.
Lost rhyme.
Crumpled meter.

Waste ideologies,
burlesque drama,
detached debates.
Two words,
million words,
no words,
silver swords.
Ripe edges,
falling off,
cutting off
all communication.
Soul tethered,
circling eternally,
debating punctually,
drawing, redrawing
soul’s territory.
Brandishing swords,
bleeding screams,
charging words,
erasing lines,
phrasing lines,
tearing thoughts,
snuffing sleep;
swallowing sensibilities.


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