Can you see?
The faces
Writhing etched
Against the wall?
Can you see?
It moving, dancing
The breath escaping
From my soul?
Can you hear?
The ceaseless march
Unfiltered tempo
A walk vitriol?
Can you sense?
The winged flights
Taut flapping
Amidst the squall?
What do you see?
What can you hear?
When daily these
The ogres crawl?
All that is seen
And all that is sound
Is but this, a breath
Hush! before the fall.
~ Judith Vaddi
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