Gather around the table
and soak in the dense silence
until each sound is refined
with frightening precision.
Let us sit til the light dims
and the candle's flicker's lost
to the wax painted mahogany
which in turn, is devoured
by the day-to-night transition.
This is our quality time
sharing each other's company
(and that of shady strangers).
A sudden scare
in hasty blur;
a sudden sound,
a rowdy blare.
Was that chair
always there
or did it come
from thin air?
We sit and stare
until we stir
from this nightmare.
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