Lone Bodies

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Lone bodies

 

Lone light in my eyes

from the end of the mud path

Lone sound of my shoe

drowning in a brown puddle.

Lone dance on a stage

from a practised mind

Lone dance without a stage

from an euphoric heart.

Lone clicking of the tongue

to kill the violent silence

Lone blinking of the eyelids

we are only slaves of our bodies.

Lone stretching arms

protesting the routine

Lone book flung on the floor

same letters, same lines, same spaces.

A lone pen writes

no one notices,

A lone person cries

Still no one notices.

No one hears

the lone wolf crying,

no one identifies it

as the cry from their own throats.

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