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Arrangement Without Sun
in the eras of maternal dark, the roots had to be guarded.
no one could question the path of their thirst.
in a haze of familiarity yet devoid of insight,
they all knew how to counter the paralysis of air.
children got busy.
they discovered projects abandoned for years:
drawers to be evacuated;
photographs to be perused, avoided, and arranged;
a white bowl to be filled with dapper fruit
and suddenly brought to bear upon an unsuspecting end table;
traces of velvet to restrain curtains from themselves.
creativity spent, the children would inevitably return to the mundane,
though not without fear. would their actions be misinterpreted?
their work seen as derision or accusation?
how would they know until it was all over?
terrified of the outcome,
the children put aside the mops and sponges
and slunk into dark rooms of their own. |