silence beneath tinnitus
breath flows below sinus
twilight beckons between blinds as dusk delivers dusk.
a room dimly lit,
laying supine to the first day of creation.
unblemished before the lies, violation in disguise
thoughts move, sounds rise, life emerge from stillness
and there it ends – it begins
the delicate dance.
ah – what will be!
finished, return, begin.
it is whole, if i can hold it.
By K. Osei