the places find us long before we do them. tears in our maps lumbering through us. lost monsters with their claws removed.
time makes its creases. skin folds and bends. truth dissolves like paper in the rain.
the heart is a tyrant. at war with our happiness.
flesh is its weapon.
we feast on the preposterousness of each other. ugly gods in soiled gowns. we trace the outlines of ourselves. ignoring the hollow centers.
always selling beginnings. even as ends are all that's left.
still polishing our crowns even as our thrones are swept away.
Sunday
1/09/2022 11:06:00 PM
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