One thoughtless hour | poem

poetry

There comes a belonging hour

found in a thoughtless space,

rain drips from lilac bush

condensation on a windowpane.

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Minds empty into tapestries

secrets that unravel.

all that is

remain unspoken.

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Somewhere, out there

beyond ghosts of remembrance

when present, silhouette walls

belong to everything.

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All that is considered

can be lost  

in the lavender of unknowing.