Seep.

exaggerated movements
propel me     your latin tongue 
 pierce   the rising light
stutters and                   collapse. 
these cursed onyx wheels
   working,   grinding.
reality: muted
  c h a s i n g 
her sticky beads of hope 
g
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  i
   m      
    m
     e     
      r     
       i    d 
        n    o
         g    w
               n 
                  without hesitation, 
    glass faces
with no consideration
 u n s e a me d.
limbs wrapped in woven mesh, jaded and bemused, pulse
twined
by inner-demonstration
impermissible ex silentio.
a wan resemblance 
   this comfort of memory.