Out of Flow

it has been so long

since the time

came to a halt

albeit figuratively,

but it shows;

the room seems less

bright every day,

and I think you know

that your iris

is merely a rim now,

and the world

that peeks through

your giant pupils

has an eerie glow,

but there’s no point

keeping a fireplace lit

in hopes that

it could somehow snow

in the middle

of the summer so

it is time to talk less

and listen

a little bit more before

you have to throw

anything that made

it seem like nothing

could grow,

because you might

be the only one

out of flow.

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