Why We Toss

He came for answers in the night

in the cold

crooning persuasion

 

The air was thick

a black tar against twilight

flooding lungs and clouding

perception

 

He couldn’t be heard, his footsteps

lost or

muffled

or unreal, and he rose up

 

his advisers whispered soft

breaths, submerged in

another time

eyes closed, throats loose

tongues whipping truths as he

hovered above them, nose to nose-

 -listening

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