Tabula Rasa
Dust grains aggregate
across the gloss-black pedestal-
accidental ground
for index-fingered figures
before the dust cloth wipes away
their little bit of world.
across the gloss-black pedestal-
accidental ground
for index-fingered figures
before the dust cloth wipes away
their little bit of world.
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Author's Note
Murder and create.
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"index-fingered figures." Nice.
Good use of alliteration throughout the poem. The image of darkness, of the nothing, exudes here. I like.
Never, never have anything in the house on a pedestal. If you are in a museum, puts your hands in your pockets. *
Gary: reminds me of a glossy black end table I grew up with...
Thanks for reading and commenting, Steve, Sam, Jake, and Frankie.