The numbers trickle
like rain
on window panes
On summer mornings
mourning
the disappearance
of tranquility
and rationality
In worlds moving
across computer screens
like words typed
at 200 over the limit
per minute
Opening scars
left unfilled
by likes
and open mics
On Sunday nights
in bars
that barred
the entrance
of those who had words
poured hard
out of mouths
that could
never control
their role
in societies
we called ourselves
Like words
that stood
dead wood
Because
they controlled
us
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Samuel Zeller
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Meddle
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I really love this piece. It feels very hammerlike and wooden for some reason. In a good way.
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I love how you use the word “hammerlike” as a descriptor! I’m so happy you enjoyed it! 😊
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