Who knows?
What whispers of yearning
And unmet longing
Will stay on past welcome times
As overstaying guests

Who knows?
These restless captives
Behind shut doors, bounding off and crashing
Now, lying in wait, a safe captivity
Well past eternity

Who knows?
I allude and I collude
Open knowledge, never acknowledged
Unspoken, much is said 
Into vacant space

Who knows?
The fear and inhibition
To which I submitted, a longstanding bondage
When cast away, creates new fear
Another desolate place.

Who knows?
There they are, all excitable!  
Furtive beneath breath, leaking expression
Sworn to silence, awaiting permission
From whom, pray?

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