In place of happiness,

little drops accumulate, considering what is severed
& fished from what has been splintered. Bottled palindromes

poled to heating lamps, buckled fast to glances & electricity.
Hierarchies sweatered & softened as time continues,

though my understanding of it differs, or is sensible & nervous
& therefore microscopic next to your motions. A liar sits inside

scratching at what is soft. Reasoning this like rain, I will
sit across from you and carry my face through what you believe.

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