Monday 11/30/2015 01:47:00 AM

dying worlds. a reluctant chaos. missing footsteps in an endless march. all the angles spent. all the sweat discarded. the expanding void a welcome threat.

absentee monsters. curious surrenders. plentiful corners in a circular war.

now it's close. then it was far. fractions of how peddling their mortgages on why.

assassins in the pantry. spies in the linen closet. the moment beats its drum, but the hours are deaf.

the voices scatter. sagging bridges wrestle the void. she trusts the distance will take her there.

there will be no rebellion. burnt matchsticks and wine in their earnest resolve. there are only soldiers. and those that command them. and we are neither and both.

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