Brain Stains
The silence echoing around the cathedral of my mind says it all.
Reality speaks though slurred
Leaving brain stains on the floor.
Jigsaw splatterings form the words
You've kept locked up in that treasured box,
Carried since eternity.
Come take the rusted key from this proffered palm
And let lightness free.
Manchester 2009
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