2 short unfinshed poems

I walk halls
lookout through the spiderwebs
of shatterproof glass

The linoleum wears the spills
of soda and coffee
this sticky dust exists in
near perfect circles or
the half moon of a splash mark.

*

We all have our own truths.

We watch each others channels
deft with the remote

A search for a station to guide us
increase the volume for understanding.

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