The room lit, no air stirred,
silence watched on in vacuum.
The mind trembled, hands proceeding
to a sinful act. Rummaging through
the artifacts of a mysterious being.
To stop I endeavored. Yet the mischief
clung to my heart like a crush. A rush
of time and thought: to be caught? be
exposed? to a confession never known?
The fleeting danger passed.
Made so bold, my adventure asserted
nebulous findings upon the things mundanely vague.
Here's a driver license, a worn notebook,
some glasses, a Polaroid photo, coins, and stuff,
all projecting a despair certain, unlocked.
I had them lie across empty as a balloon,
mocked by time and thought, sinking
into the insipid silence.
Paying the price of am unsolicited discovery.
Knowing now what meanings befitted.
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