Unobstructed

Two strings,

one to open,

the other
closes

Slats hung divide me

from my window

At times

tugging one string to open,

closes blinds instead

Both strings raise in unison

our unobstructed view

Acoustics

Powerless rage
like a tent formed for acoustics,
houses dissonant concerted outcry

As vain blindness contorts life
while audiences view
through a cracked microscope

Our Surface

Suspended
above our surface,
sounds obscure

to a beveled murmur
their sentiment

Distant glow
remains but an echo
mirrored in memory,
new hope's sweet hymn
hindered

By tinny layers of many days
melded into weary refrain