Somewhere and Nowhere simultaneously in the mezzanine, waiting
on the plot to turn in on itself. You
are defined by dangerous reminiscences, without a clue what is human
and what isn’t. Is there a difference? What is done is done?
Meet me in that mezzanine, where there is no There.
We will interrupt the scent of perfume rising from Flesh.
We are not prickish, but we are recoiled in our decorum. Oh look
at the black light of Eye and Light!
It wasn’t the sibling of holiness until Silence (a distant relative)
separated our homeliness for flowers at night,
shakily deteriorating with the wind where the wind
wears its own crown
in this unlit setting I seek to fulfill with the illumination
that you left for me to remember you by.
on the plot to turn in on itself. You
are defined by dangerous reminiscences, without a clue what is human
and what isn’t. Is there a difference? What is done is done?
Meet me in that mezzanine, where there is no There.
We will interrupt the scent of perfume rising from Flesh.
We are not prickish, but we are recoiled in our decorum. Oh look
at the black light of Eye and Light!
It wasn’t the sibling of holiness until Silence (a distant relative)
separated our homeliness for flowers at night,
shakily deteriorating with the wind where the wind
wears its own crown
in this unlit setting I seek to fulfill with the illumination
that you left for me to remember you by.
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