The Death of Urgency

The Death of Urgency

 

Once dire words had stalled
Calmed to a breeze
So thankful and dull

And all we could spare
Was short and sweet
In our fruitless quarrel
With sheer satisfaction

There was only pure silence
For our skin and bones
The dog-tired gasps
Of words well-spent

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