what it had to do with was the color of the kidnapping
the stones that were stolen
not from the familiar tower
but while in a coma
and in the morning, after it did not snow, came the knock
not at the door, but from the leftover evening
these things do not often occur in the evening
when even the loss of blood lacks color
when the body, in its ending, knocks at itself
wondering about the hours stolen
if you happen to be an architect of towers,
then you are accustomed to working into the evening
careful to watch your masons for signs of coma
they sometimes turn the color of sand that has been stolen
by someone brazen enough to walk to the beach and knock
do not assume that you should answer with a knock
despite its appearance the tower has, in fact, been stolen
& has nothing to do with the stubborn bank of sky in the evening
to return to the fact of coma, you cannot unleash an i.v. & simply knock
this animal of event will color your idea of kidnapping
that takes place in a tower
& you will then only worry about the evening
those things that have yet to be stolen
the facts remain that you have been stolen, and not from:
you are in a coma.
you work the night shift and are awake evenings
to hear that threat of medical knock
the only thing worse being your apartment tower, & the china set, & the color
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