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You were there somewhere with a spade and you were wearing some kind of dress and there was wind in droves of green and blue and you were watching and waiting and I felt ready. And that was it.
Once there was and once there was not, plenty of time in which to co-exist and extinguish the various flames while looking into eyes streaming with sincerity. Scattered showers cleansed the forests and motorcycles made love to popsicle sticks that glow. Droplets of sparkle-clean mountains made us laugh. Anguish and austerity, we barely glimpsed through glass globes.
I am blank ashes and soft, weathered focus and torrential downpours of sludge; ice in the furnaces of my history set alight through a blazing dim. And in the din of my fool-proof home, I want fairy lights for dinner. While in their soft calm, mechanical beasts swish glide down city streets. I take a crack at stabbing candor. I point and shoot, and miss them all running. I’m tattered pieces of cloud. You’re humid prayers for rain.
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Three masked sapiens on the sidewalk in queens pieces of the puzzle parade working the scene it will end with a fake orgasm Life shuffles of beyond reproach to mutate for its own sake I catch it in the subway humbled with the masses We ride the same breath from jamaica station to norwood escape We hide in demon space hundreds of invisible masks parched covenants with skeletal closets I drag my reluctant shadow out of the station into the bodega fix Life rumbles on I catch the mundane murmur behind their masquerade
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