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It's quiet; the inner voice

chatters with worries, unseen

It's nearly impossible now

to fathom a silence inside

the world's faltering dreams

for #mastoprompt

Left hand, stringed, and steady Right hand, gripped, and ready

Head nodding heart beating

the bass drum pops the snare drum snaps

the triangle sings in the motion of a wrist

all drone note melody sitting all pretty

the zing lives to find its place in a space on the backbeat

for #mastoprompt

Hard-pressed to know when the blight began

but

Democracy's more fragile than any of us understand

for #mastoprompt

A layer or two into the center of something I've realized my mistake: it's not a book I've been digging into with sugar-coated plot twists and saccharine-sweet characters; it's a cake.

for #mastoprompt

We carry the past tucked within pockets, turned inside out and buttoned up shut;

Stories like soft shrapnel, skin and deeper still, broken bits of a life lived, loved, learned

for #mastoprompt

In memory, we've always built childhood forts inside the hedge

The way in and the way out - the means for us, remembering -

remain hidden by doorways latched by time, invisible along the edge

for #mastoprompt

This frozen landscape's a composition of ice we play by walking

for Algot

Be it slant or otherwise, or slate, or puzzled tiles that take awhile to release the rain, or shingles with dotted green moss growing between its fingers, the aged roof remains an umbrella with an arch that lingers against an unpredictable sky

for #mastoprompt

Intersection angles; measurement vectors entangled in numbers disguised as stories we read with a ruler rather than by book

For #mastoprompt

A sudden movement and the shadow reflection of a hidden moment

the mirror shows itself revealed

#mastoprompt