Gitmo
For all those times you randomly show up, then disappear again.
Silence.
Footsteps.
Key into lock.
Door swings wide.
Unfathomable sunlight.
One quick lap around the yard.
Unfathomable darkness.
Door swings shut.
Key into lock.
Footsteps.
Silence.
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The bilateral form rocks the theme here.
It makes me think of a dog’s p.o.v. and the title seems to clue me that as well.
I really like this! The simplicity works really well