Seeley: Epiphany I

Epiphany I

In the room with black windows

pieces of dust gather together

discussing their purpose

I eavesdrop straining to hear

the whispers escape into silence

the walls hold themselves up

no one can tell the color of anything

— L.W. Seeley, Jr.

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