the end tosses its coins into the foundtain.
an obvious surrender.
as our wishes prove false.
patient monsters.
listen to the rain fall.
spent by the spurious motives of lazy storms.
we count.
gnawing on our fingers, as flesh
considers the scope of its power.
we test the colors.
as the storms tug on our zippers.
desperate to measure the resilience of its poison.
we touch the windows.
with severed thumbs.
enchanted by everything we cannot hold.
frail fists clutch their wagers.
against the diminishing odds.
a series of choices.
simplified by touch.
complicated by when.
orphans navigating
the topography of strangers.
seraching for a backdoor.
stray thieves.
with their guns in their back pockets.
counting the bullets on the ground.
ignoring the blood.
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