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Rooms Too Small for Your Sky

There are gatheringswhere your presence registerslike a dropped pin in a hurricane—there, but swallowed,a soft sound beneath louder storms. You speak,and your syllables driftlike paper boats on concrete,searching for water that isn’t there,for eyes that aren’t looking. You laugh on cue,fold your brightness into polite corners,trim your sentences to fittheir small attention spans,as if your…
The Tithe of Time

We count our coins with careful eyes, Yet let the minutes slip— Like water falling through our hands, They vanish, drip by drip. We guard our gold from theft and waste, But spend our hours thin— On fleeting noise, on empty screens, While heaven waits within. The clock keeps preaching silent truth: Each tick a…

Rooms Too Small for Your Sky