Blank spaces stares the looks, such fear
by James McLain
apart indifference to them is.
I pushed and pulled to disconnect
so you could live and give.
Sewing up the seams of yesterday
avarice thrives it grows,
then joined together by their wits
a room I was forced in.
Threading threadless needles thread
there oft one finger points.
What's lost is lost and no ones found
the room I found you in, they've seen
to live behind whats out of sight within.
In a world that others isolate approved
and you must be very good
to be pursued, as the wicked run away.