in the grey absence of dreams/monochrome landscape/
and the snow falling/
in softest silence. the mind/
emptied of its contents/and its voices
stilled to struck dumb. a waiting room
in which your name is never called.

dead air/the recycled breath/grown stale.
No Exit.
no escape into febrile madness/no logic
as rope ladder/rung over rung/
and conclusion over premise to/clamber
up and out. no pitying angel
to sob and sigh/to descend
on white wings whispering
to save you/
no rescue/
no saviour.
this is how it ends then/life
without growth or age or change/
abiding/to no purpose/
in the yellow skull.

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