As Are We

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This poem is about linear thinking and circular emotions. 

we steal time in broken sticks. weak  assassins in faded gowns.

he asked me how many times the sky had fallen.

i told him, i'd lost count.

we say their names. as if, that is enough to know them. anxious imposters in solvent mirrors.

time peddles its epiphanies in obvious machines.

we wrestle with the mechanics that would make us whole again.

change bleeds softly. distracted by the relentless ache. 

we pretend to know the strangers who corrupt us.

every penny spent. all debts fomented. every lie meticulously curated.

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