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One million grains of Sand
Hitched a ride home from the beach

Hidden in the folds of my clothes
And from my locks, down to my feet



These one million grains of You
Just aren't enough memories

I heard your laugh in a dream last night
And was carried back out to sea
"You misrepresent me

In this piece


I don't see myself here"
You bare your teeth
At the thought
Of a crack
This dull
Malaise
Is droning
And ill

How many more
Minutes
Will you fill?


Paper
Is shredding
Thousands
Of cuts

How can you tell
When you've
Had enough?


Plenty
Many
Down
To one

Weighing


Debating



"Are my lessons done?"




~~~




A whisper
From the deepest
Ethers
In the hallows
Of your heart

Scoffs


"Are your lessons done?"
Inspired, in part, by Leonard Cohen's "Teachers"
Perfectly sweet
Enamoring treat
Affectionately
Conconcoted to please
Have a slice with tea-

Complimentary
Oh, my heart, she fleets
But thinking of thee
Brings shakes to my knees
Like none other seen
Eat up, and in glee
Return for serve three
Heard we were doing dessert themed acrostics, and I have a fondness for the cobbled peach lol
I am the beauty

That is my own

Just as I am the lens

~

Don't ask me how

These things I know

As I'd rather not pretend
alternative title - "Definition and Form: Take 2"
I enjoy art when it seeks to decieve
Insists it is one thing, but is truly many
Lines between lines before eyes that might see
But how's one to know that which they can't percieve?

~

Like plastic, perspective's a malleable thing
And valuable, in that it allows noticing
That which evaded one's understanding
Spawns wor[l]ds between wor[l]ds between wor[l]ds in between

~

Letters are but garble to those who don't read
(Who's ranks counted We, in days now relieved)
And symbolic meaning takes seeking as feed

~[shades all throughout our cavern]~

~
~[spark]~


~[flare]~


~[flicker]~





~[and recede]~
Betrothed
to the moment
Estranged from
the future
Present
to marry
All time
— an affaire

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
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