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Cavernous
Beneath waterfalls of prism rays
dappling and sweaty shades,
a flood of affectability
cracks each pebble producing
distinct
epitomes of expression, to
impress upon them
a single point.
His fingers
burrow into a wrinkled head,
he stoops,
and no sound reaches him.
He grasps his pen
with a hand
calloused only at the tips where there
they have met only with the onslaughts of inky wars,
victories and losses.
Such muddied craters
yet transient windows to this mind
and inside
such darkened and richened beauty.
The trickling sounds stop
in fear of knocking down this deaf world
and a drip as a single drop
hovers over his door.