I'm not entirely certain where the inspiration for this poem came from but it seems to work. The final line was a very late addition, a couple of hours after the rest of the poem formed. The structure was unintended but as it formed it felt necessary.
Between Words - 31 May 13
In between the words
Once spoken as truth
Lie the hidden
The shapeless forms
Of the things
That always should stay
Hidden
In darkness come
Grave robbers of thoughts
Seeking to steal
Corpses of ancient ideas
Cadavers of the tired dream
Moonless starless
Dark absolute
Hiding words
Hiding worlds
Somewhat darker than my offerings of late.
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