Saturday, June 17, 2017

hybrid/labour.

lifter and the power and coherent
pearls, not before swine or reach
for the sky--as in, on its behalf
and commonry--the dizzied purview
of privilege and imprisonment.. i

thought, momentarily that to pos-
sess a mind would lead to release
but there are such as wind, keys,
and even gold that can be sharper
than any instrument entold by the

enfolding embrace of parenthood &
its concomitant innocence--which,
if worn from the inside out, her-
meneutically, is perpetual--given
without price, world without end;

vertigo washes as if the techne i
need to accomplish myself upon my
memory, a blessing in disguise to
be so clich├ęd because, oh because
to be beautiful is to be puissant

and pursued.. goodbyes floated in
inflammable liquors that i cannot
bring myself to burn, like the a-
gainstist mercy that never arriv-
es in time to blunt the scalpel--

there are bones, however, harden-
ed in temperance by the instruct-
ions of perhaps some other aeon &
gives voice to the tired and poor
and huddled masses, at what cost.

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