Tuesday 12/19/2023 11:49:00 PM

count the walls. shame the corners. gather the ugly. as loud as earnest skin. 

there is a number. that knows how much. but it's not ours to measure. 

these are the walls. this is the door. come inside. or forever be locked out. 

we make our bargains. to the whisper of expectation.

we accrue our debts against the treason of touch. 

chase the words. as if they have a destination. 

destroy the map. let time make its cuts. 

collect the pieces. 

assemble the remains.  

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