among the dark things
came another sounding like them
looking about
searching everywhere
till every corner heard about it.
and all came stammering over
in collective voices
to give their two cents
and to see who was commended
yet in every word
and every proposal
and every breathy second
did they ever really know him
or stop to ask him about it?
when the world sings—
it seems like everything’s in question—
but one nod
a smirk
a tiny suggestion (from him)
and all is stopped—
and the world itself is put into question
and its answer is rhetorical,
obvious, unmentioned…
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