Anticipation

At the edge of madness
I stand by
the corrupting flames of light
burning to the ground
what used to be right.

Encoded wireless messages
I stand by
unrecorded shallow whispers
of words untold and deep
Please see me.

Falling into vulnerability
I stand by
forehead leaning into
the arch of my neck.
What next?

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