by Jacob Jenkins

Created on: January 11, 2010   Last Updated: January 13, 2010

standing on doorsteps mindlessly knocking
lurking behind peepholes simply watching
creatures in public constantly talking
servants in private dutifully sauntering

impassioned pursuits are fruitful endings
elastic minds watch the grim relics
remaining freed subjects balance the bells
giving shape to the haunting sound

drawn high and centered necessarily
rests the composer and his wrist alive
the audience held captive to the performance unyielding
nothing much more than an experience unmeaning
ceaseless white snowfall blankets the land
and vacuous holes hurriedly quilt the abyss
the battleground is alive and many holes become shallow
their fading a true measure of which keep enduring

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