a thinking silhouette
that probing scalpel
once a man
Infiltrating the statement
of truth
violating it by glaring
Inference
found wanted
between intruding walls
and gossiping kitchen floors
he solved all philosophical
problems
he never went to sleep again
deciphering the time between
every click of the ding dong clock
looking at time…analyzing
knowing his crime…calculating the odds
cursing the uncommon predicament
that a table has five legs
the freakish conclusion hopping towards
the master…
taking a fearsome corner and saying
and saving himself
that what cannot be said must be left in silence
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