namesake

in the smoke-filled room
where women come and go
talking of michaelangelo

making a suggestion
filing through
waiting to hear the whispers call

a lost ship
traveling waves
searching for the light
of some distant shore

and we tore down panels of wood
letting light in
giving shape to a place
that had itself
forgotten to breathe

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