Mind the spaces
The places
Faceless
Nameless
Faithless
The traces
Chase us
Erase us
Replace us
A slit
A split
A tear in the air
Where the meanings quit
A gap
A snap
A map gone black
With no way back
The blank between
The seen and screen
The seam between
The mean and dream
Words may shine
Lines may lace
But danger lives
In borrowed space
The hush can crush
The calm can harm
The still can spill
A false alarm
A room
A gloom
A bloom of doom
Inside the loom
The white can bite
The light can blight
The open door
Can start a war
What isn't said
Still spreads
What isn't heard
Still stirs
What isn't there
Still scares
Warning spaces
Thin as lace
Deep as graves
Dark as caves
They creep
They seep
They keep what sleepers
Dare not keep
And when the sentence
Ends its races
Beware the ghosts
That live
In warning spaces
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I love the slippery rhyme that pulls one along this narrow path (short lines). It creates its own rhythm that feels like a water slide slick and smooth all the way to the end. Very nice
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