• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 12
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Like vacant stares
Keys, slightly off-key
Hanging in the air
Like a scintillating light
Darts through the dungeon
Furtive moves open up
Closed places
Now up for show
Turning inside out
Upside down
In every which way
The combinations align
Opening trapdoors
To lost histories
As if leaves left hanging
Mid air
Prevented from falling
By a thoughtful ambiguity.