Prolonging Wait
Spent, unkempt
in strange houses
and erotica which
is street eyed, colour blind
abject losing of terror
is in sight
rock climbs
to many heights
of disdain
and inside, frivolous
talk of the heart
closed doors bind
to many loved houses
streets, the traffic snarls
all in a hobble.
Wobbly eyed we close
up on insides.
Shut realities
but each day prolongs a wait.
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