After Silent Years

After silent years
the dissettled apparachiks
agitate words
conhiding true motives.

Chained from the question,
hollowed of the answer,
they're too wary
to worry with us.

But train doors
don't wait
for stations to stop.

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Dylan Harris
86-87

it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
fear in flight, god
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