Displacement

Closure is at hand
Ignobly it stands
In a marsupial way
In a time of dismay

Deep insight the walls
An agony that crawls
Closed from the light
Stretching to the night

Moving in circles instantly
Grasping and shading painfully
In a room full of emptiness
Abhorred by happiness

But closure is at hand
Indulged in a Fang
Engraved in heavenly sins
Played by puppet strings