Justice, although the majority
constantly ask for failure. Instead,

pockets filled with hands and arms
in case we need a spare (a matter

of time). Mirrage city set to change
your mind, but at the break

of twilight if you can’t see the purple
flash, then you’re not where you

should be–more difficult to
determine the frame. Your register

of remorse means nothing
to the breeze, cycling moon, his

ruptured mouth… it’s been
four years, waiting for the vessel

to blip the radar, tripwire flood
for all the answers I need,

chipping away with every green
sweep, him out lost at sea…


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