the violence of absence,

dealing out my days

from the bottom of the deck.

- immediate strangers -

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in the lowly pit 

of my mantle, i was 

clear, and was rested in thought in your mere presence.

 

sinuously always out-louding

me. our Kingdom of the Bed.

the limbs you sported.

- outrageous fortune -

 

i could duct tape you

to moonlight; you can watch

me down here in possession

of no more answers.

 

a bigger sleight,

the real gotcha-gotcha:

i truly thought you knew 

the difference between 

heat and fire.

​

you will never earn

the trust of my despair.

​

do you know wave?

wave is cumming.