ol' factory swirling of disinfectant and decay
and the arising sliding vision that brings me to my knees,
presence like you...and you...and
...you....again.
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a paralysis of fear
that grips an exhale
...like, serious,
for real, for real.
DJs spinnin' tunes like yarns,
blanketed cocoons
and scoring golden booties.
Divert into another duality,
- split -
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a past, present, and future
>>>>>>>>>>shakin' it, shakin' it<<<<<<<<<<
like an Oxford comma weekend.
A love like, < >
and a tsk like, < >
for who sells integrity on a dime?
Slo-mo tracers.....
diss....appointment.
Unconscious tallies of an inhale or exhale
that arises with the all
unfiltered
now hesitant
but, yet,
here
we
are
in absolute wanderings.