Communal places stifle un-said things
and enshroud in mists, the beckoning wants.
Now, with breach in limbic chambers forestalled,
only the avatars dart, abounding,
while something unnamed beseeches rumors.
Yet unbound wants mount gymnasium walls
seizing with opiate impunity,
as brazen as Athens' salt-born breath.
Here - recondite glances float across flesh…
satin masks for undulating ghosts.

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