Philos:
The question of
existence has
recently fallen into
the house of
insignificance.
You have no tiles to hang,
no metaphysics to
conjugate. I am substance.
Actuality. The froth of
conversation opened
into the accident
of birth.
Remind me. of last
night. The
bedsheets are stretched.
The conversation of
sheep, grazed on
the syllabed
Of significance.
We love in the green
Over lament of
Civility.
You are the brand.
I am the name
that shail
never be
Spoken
Caroline Shank
Jul 14, 2022
Jul 14, 2022 at 8:55 AM UTC
Philos:
The question of
existence has
recently fallen into
the house of
insignificance.
You have no tiles to hang,
no metaphysics to
conjugate. I am substance.
Actuality. The froth of
conversation opened
into the accident
of birth.
Remind me. of last
night. The
bedsheets are stretched.
The conversation of
sheep, grazed on
the syllabed
Of significance.
We love in the green
Over lament of
Civility.
You are the brand.
I am the name
that shail
never be
Spoken
Caroline Shank
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