Whispers Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Within the seams of view, a stern set stare put drawn, absorbing the thoughts of the inner mind, I am peering to bare quickly, gazing out a window at with less care glows eyes.

The curtain that hung it up rose here looking, whipping pop snap in front of my nose missing, feeling at breeze open hose heard utterances.

I know this misty form its movement sighted, in the ear, the sound of an oh-h echoed place tone low, flowing at chill, dead cold to go passing my body.

The occurrence turns backwards, having for me no vision of any precise sight fright, might slam a door in my pad concealing the intruder.

In home's wall owned found safety shaking a tot, wooing a noise set word this fact I will not deny, traced I'm dazed to sit programmed bot.

Guest it spoke to me the words proving test,
understanding not any spoken told to wowing,
heard best this friend proclaimed statements.

Sin shapes it sound to tell beyond a fall,
post of life my pin set about spooky things,
blowing in the wind I'm hearing a trumpeting
tin noise.