Tacit Dignity ( a cento, inspired by the work of Matthew S. Barton)

I really want to hear this silence
all I hear is my own echo
another orphan
eavesdropping on unanswered questions
but there are no more nickels
no comfort in the early morning stillness
blurred at the edges
I send them home
my body doubles and stand ins
any excuse to wear a mask
careful not to let anyone look over my shoulder
a hand tailored facsimile of grace
forgiveness seems so unnecessary

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