Displacement is a Modern ConditionA Poem by Lorriman...in the dying moonlight, an out of tune piano plays its last note ...
Beneath the cities phantoms
lie the beating heart of good people; reaching outwards from shadow. In the dying moonlight an out of tune piano plays its last note; warped by water over time. In the close darkness faces fade emitting anguish; I wish I could find the missing piece. That one remaining jigsaw the puzzle would be complete; and in it, I would be whole. One last time. © 2014 LorrimanAuthor's Note
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