sept09twothousandthirteen

the temperature stings. fractals giving breath. forever surmounting. blue matching the walls. everywhere. 1st letters of sentences. taping the shore. bothering the fruit. standing up straight. running behind. a gathering of sorts. the gleaming of light. 

you made me your start. an accidental machine. forgetting behind but portraying the near. i can still smell it even though i can’t even hear. 

i had a reason. something i’d never seen before. something outside of myself. and you took it away. 

 

the sheen became transparent. for forces turned on their sides. and you portrayed yourself unaware. when you were listening the whole time. 

 

i hadn’t been back until i saw today. and my sleeve smelled far from what i imagined. closer to you. 

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