Wednesday 9/21/2016 02:01:00 AM

the day took her. shadows and footprints too easily spent. a climax of places in a drought of destinations. perspective too long on the horizon. long lines and acute angles too ready to be broken.

the heat wore its halo. ripe with epiphanies. the scrape of purpose not withstanding. petty gods in their heavy robes counting the bridges between when.

we were only young for a moment  and then it abandoned us. orphans of possibility with our nooses made of hope.

the intersections were to permanent. weights at every turn. the colors carelessly collected. simple blades at the throat of every turn. weak enough to bend. strong enough still to break.

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