Sunday 11/20/2016 12:14:00 AM

alone becomes its own kingdom. all petulant questions and incredulous whispers. the depths not measured. the shallows not kept. just gorgeous numbness and perfect emptiness.

no sounds. no places. only the welcoming void.

graceless bones and satin skin wear the marrow like youth's fleeting optimism.

what we were we still are. in long detours. in stumbling bridges. in the stale breadcrumbs we dropped as we wandered deeper into the forest.

there's no need to remember. nor to find the start. it's the end we're wanting.

the callous science of sinew and tendon. the ravenous appetite of hope and famine.

the distance a simple thief. succcessful still the same.

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