Inside a motive within a moment,
three words, said, moving like they were.
three words, said, moving like they were.
Monopolizing no end of eye.
Sheets
spread lies
and whisky, rumors.
Fragments of fiction
become truth in times like these,
and space closes in tight so lips give up fight. Insecurity
imitates importance.
Shiver,
shimmer, show. This
is how it’s done. The method, the mind, the martyr. But believe it, unvarnished in the classified.
Always unprecedented so therefore factual.
Fragrance thick with longing; it doesn’t matter what kind. Allow,
it’s all they had to add, to aid and
the world is long practiced at hands like these. When the vapor clears and the vision
names another, refuse
to doubt
the prior, just looking skyward, see the bones and know that all things being equal,
aren’t.
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