SCENE
little patches of light
emulate a grid, a pathway
lines i'd like to trace
contours i'd like to taste
just a mere thought
watch me steeply rise
small shreds of young silence
neatly reside between the lines
...prop for meaningful work
...endorphin inhibitor (?)
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LIGHT
no hint, or suggestion
of an impeded sound
your bare arm gestures
left me betrayed by
more than a passive temptation
sacrificing: recessing out of demand
compressing: seducing sparingly out of esteem
memorizing: selfishly out of appetite
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DARK
a state of starving for stasis
rarely afflicted with desire
for such a suffocating condition
most versions of this world
rarely ask for one to yield
banked obligations
play the part of a shield
oldest gestures reduced to
understandably driven,
unintentional irritants
looking forward to erasing their veils
