How?

Posted on 13/02/2011

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How,
being warped in time,
travelling, not moving,
left a soul frozen,
in guilt, not time.

How,
plummeting in slow motion,
felt motionless, as did,
seeing the very last card,
from a pack, crumbling.

How,
the once open field,
needing no door,
closed in questioning
the entry through one.

How,
an unlettered vocabulary,
of intentions got jumbled
veiling the truth.

How,
No letters are left to write.

 

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