threads continue on
The room carries a few movements
at the same time, none asking to be first.
A single remark ends up doing the work
of the whole conversation without meaning to.
Two angles sit beside each other,
neither folding into the other,
both steady in their own way.
One line settles the room, not by force,
just by being the place everyone returns to.
A reply moves slightly off to the side,
keeping its own path
while the thread continues on.
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Poetry by arquious
Written on 2026-04-23 at 09:58