A cabbage patch of human heads
And you and I
and eyes
of greens and blacks and
reds.
Twisting doors open
screaming on their hinges
in empty halls
as footsteps fade away.
And we
inlaid with trouble and whispers
and quick quiet gasps.
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Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
haunting!
I hope in a good way!
Very good way. How do you do that vodoo that you do with poetry…
I ramble and make no sense.
It works wonders!
😀