Inspiration hangs above dust
Lingering on plates too full
Sulking, on the edge of sleep.
Invisible wires extending
as far as the eye can see
Molding prison bars of security
As order grins maliciously
Playing her part as the Puppeteer
Seconds become the rebels
Following their own speed,
As dust settles over everything;
Keeping inspiration out.
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Submission Name: City of Silence
