Wednesday 3/02/2016 11:52:00 PM

the structure of anatomy. the integrity of flesh. a simple conundrum. vaguely solved in simmering walls and missing windows.

the miles had already been spent. plastic flowers and toy soldiers. caught in a perfectly impossible war.

she kept counting. though the numbers were gone. she kept going. though the map had stopped.

places become her. the simple poisons of choice and want. the journey bargains with itself. a template of surrender. ink falls on the sharp edge of the paper. in a promise of words.

we are soft. fortified by the empty epiphany of touch. we are weightless. arrogant acrobats underestimating gravity's reach.

ambivalent amateurs on an unforgiving stage. reluctant travellers searching for somewhere to be.

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