Spoke in jealousy of shadows and mimes
Capturing the moment better
Than an echo could. In permanent ink outlined
Profiles on the floor and walls,
But each gyration
Made the last irrelevant. In response
Proposed singular strides as answers
To kill the pink evening-
To mistaken the dark part of the skull for dilated pupils-
Grabbed a coffee mug,
Void of sustenance
Swooped it through the air,
Gulped down the empty expressions
Promising to fill the distance from ceiling to step.
Windows aligned a limited scope
Pressed the neighbor’s scowl
Against clear glass,
Removed face and spoke of where
The throat should go.
Pressure of clarity invited blank expressions
To make sense of nothing.
To understand nowhere is the place to be.
AK Cola's Traveling Geek Show 
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