The Blinds

Be patient

Life and the consumed could only move up

it would seem

fingers slowly creep in

the results are debilitating

I have to be patient

beneath the hollow

a glass house guards what we fear

shapeless faces scream forgiveness

unsettling

the cause drifts away

yet the sense never did

the mind in water

a body made sacrifice

now I'm whole

you have to be patient

you have to wait it out

Author's Note

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