Sad Labels:
loneliness
,
uncertainty
the mechanics of skin resolve to fractured engines. drive. wear the distance. in echoes of how far. we are willing to go.
the patron. reluctantly follows. the martyr. eagerly bends. the ghost. callously relives.
all the same. hollow pictures staring. shaking fists. scribbling with inkless pens.
small gods in lavish temples. worshipped and lamented. the end of the world on tour. the tickets all sold out.
the science deceives. arrogantly assuming we are close. the math resolves to x. a thrust of unknowns sick with mercy.
the thief in her skin. steals only what has always been missing.
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