to paint this winter
without us
and all the essential colours
creating the backdrop for sanity
attempt at poor substitutes.
mixed colours.
just to find some semblance of former normality.
The words break upon the shoreline
to wear away the rocks to sand.
my mouth hangs open when I pretend to speak.
dead-eyed, lethargic;
I'm a dial-tone.
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