Our cages become us..The sober of skin. The panic of pleasure. As we tabulate profit and loss. All the roads less travelled. All the broken arithmetic. of bone and flesh. past and present.
a template of how.drowning in an ocean of if. chasing the creases in the paper. trusting the folds.
we died so long ago. but the ghosts linger.
on an empty stage. in a fading light. death forgets us, but we remember it. a cruel mistress. an adamant poison that refuses to kill.
the blade sharpens. tomorrow wets its lips. We're burdened by the strict dimensions of grief
thieves without clothes. naked in the decaying epiphany of what life once was.
Friday
2/26/2021 11:33:00 PM
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