Jon Nakapalau

[under amplified concern]

under amplified concern

you told me how the world
was winding down

like a broken toy abandoned
by a bored child

who had been so sure
in certain pleasure

there could no longer be any reasoning
in a season of cold indifference

and fate had left
us all to each other

in stillness against a horizon
that glowed molten cinnamon

in this there was a tide
that seemed to flow faster

then collective hearts beating
like caged birds breaking their wings in spite

never to fly past horizontal banding
it all seems so shallow.


  • Aislinn Wilson

    The last line really drives your whole poem home.

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