the tunic is blown out of proportion
a manifesto of jiltered dialogue–
between expectation and a breath
rolling realms escape lights gesture
a manifestation of curable perfection
in between curious limitation
thumbnail visits,
dirt and desperate grime glow
search the silhouette,
for unclaimed baggage
merge false intellect,
with stakeouts cigarettes
pick a prisoners flesh,
though it were you that is left.
