I am calling out in words
That whisper
In grainy grey and white
I am calling in the time
Between the tempest
And waters untested
I am calling inward
In search of idioms
Hidden in under and around italicized interests
I am coming back with static
And stagnate stale nothings
I am coming back unanswered
Breath bated
Bent backwards
Buried again.
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