The absence of your aspirationnfinds my blighted situationnbleeding, grieving,nself-reproaching. nnThroughnnarrow bars, a hand outreaching. nA brilliant flame at the witchingnhour. nnA familiar name, woodennvisage, cadaverous gaze. nAbandoned guttersnipe?nnExpose thenvile, exhume the passed, annunmeditated affidavit.nnThis isnyour call, will you bring menalong? Turning your back to thenfear in my eye, we're goingnnowhere.nnnOne heartfeltnconversation brought me liberationnand release from bleeding,ngrieving, self-reproaching. nnBemusing cage, a lock now broken.