4. Day Two

4. Day Two

I guess I don’t like being lonely

I prefer spending time

We’ve spent the whole day

I think it’s too early to end the night

But it’s okay You can leave

As soon as I fall asleep

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Seventeen

Moving from the

solace

In the solitude of

the wellness

 

The materials

of pantheon

In making

a torrential metaphor

 

Side-stepping

waves of an animal

nature

 

Charter an age

from ageless

moan

 

 

xxiv. Manifold

The monologue

of internal

discourse

and dialogues

 

In sight,

that crisp

blurring of

realities

 

Absent in

that plentiful

midst

 

Waging peace

as vapor

swarms

 

In this

infernal mind,

I lose myself in

its

many folds.

04

Blisters of

a carousel

The swings of

chariot goddesses

 

Places on

Spaces on

Traces, tracing

the catapult gest’s

 

Marooned curtains

on the moon shone

sheets

 

Soon born of

a crowned

mourning dawn

 

Of dilettante

dalliances

and decádence

iv.)

If not for

empty gestures

To end these

echoes of

incommensurable

measures

 

Born to be

bound by

silvery tether

 

Now I count

the tally across

it

As it lays

in coils upon

this mortal

hand

 

Whom shall

pluck this

ampersand