In A Dark Room
In the darkest room filled with empty soundNothing played in tune no one was around
All the walls were blank with scrawls hieroglyphic
Setup like pins to take falls some soporific
Song was spinning doom in a blind background
Actors were dancing to script written in blood
It was read out loud the deaf misunderstood
Was lost on the blind never to be found
In the darkest room filled with empty sound
Something in the blood
Is a microscopic byte
Harbinger of Night
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2025-11-06 at 03:52
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