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Wallowing, clamorous skies abound I gloom in the detritus of ominous now cold bones break easily (almost welcome each snap) and pains are left unfelt if you’ve somehow lost your nerve I beg for the gift of a bear’s intuition who’s three seasoned eyes gaze only at growth To live in a world where only promise is known for luckily you slept through all the sad points and skipped the invasion of the realistic approach That failure exists: it’s breath can freeze all progress and encase hope in ine...

keeping in rhythms I fly fast to the beat of fuck and forget contemplating; escalating the moment ahead one step beyond the fragile existence of what was now quickly rushing bumping rubbing into objects of an elusive nature starting friction fires that melt my mysterious outlook and forcing every neuron and neutron that make up my make up to stand up and scream for a glass of water a pleasure pill a leave of absence from the abysmal rat race for idolatry and adulterous thoughts have merged in...

Sifting through these ashes finding only fragments of an answer found before the flesh of my thoughts march their way down the page like Greek philosophers: searching for the flames as though enchanted by Pandora while I am dragged behind like Ephemetheus: docile to her charms I’ve danced circles ‘round the fires at Delphi chased sphinx tails at the foot of the Throne of Zeus caught lightning in a bottle and watched it slowly sear my eyes: knowing it would, yet desiring it’s charge for all fo...

Inside: she pours buckets of soiled fluids in deep ashen corners, blows ancient dust from long empty tables, beds down in spun straw, counting mice; dreams them in finery: piggybacking pumpkins; tails tucked in and away they whisk her Outside: owls echo self accusations cold as the stone roughly etching into this strange skin; draws her near the fire, it’s temporary charm for absence alone glows down these exiled steps that strewn with shattered glass, slip her

You are alien With your almond shaped eyes fluent in the unspoken language of bees that flies by so fast I can’t try to translate Your expressions oppose what you care to reveal Does your yes mean a no or your no mean a yes? I’m dumbfounded here I could always try to shake your hand but in your foreign culture it could be considered assault I cannot understand the architect’s view, hidden behind your separate technology If you point it out first I may find the foundation, but without assistan...