The Octopus Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

The Octopus



a tentacle of fear
reaches out
and senses
where the sun never rises or sets

in the dark in the gap
of the glass-mirrored doors

it's the silence
that blurrs the reflection of transience

only the shallow-breathing
of clothes hanging in space
can face it

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Stephen Brian Brady

Stephen Brian Brady

Lancashire England
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