sans hands and feet,
perpetually walking across his
diamond of yellow bright
black bordered, featureless,
suspended, forever, in
signage
the blocks, too, have fallen
together so that they read:
mene, mene, tekel, upharsin...
before they are gathered up
in awkward handfuls to be
thrown back into the
toybox
still the carpets to be cleaned,
the dividing lines of the tiles
abraded with bleach and
water, the errant
marks of pencil smoothed
off a wall, the accidental
erased with a
heavy hand, heavier heart
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