Saturday 5/23/2015 11:32:00 PM

conditions of when. the shivering compromise. all things paused. the oblivion of teh moment overtaking. pale monsters in their naked bones. voices like neelde and thread. fists like kites. we own nothing. are not owned by. dispossessed. strangers in our own portraits. thieves in razors and crayons.

the crippled dominion that is if. feathers and ink in a tsunami of skin. everything shtattered except how. cruel parallels pretending we are.

all missing buttons and broken zippers at the mouth of the abyss.

no gravity. just arrogance. as the edge diminishes.

a poverty of when. in the perpetuity of if. seldom soldiers in a war of uncertainty. a plague of touch. an epidemic of skin.

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