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These lapses of thought, the expanse is cathedral, the door opens
and
I can’t just invite you in —
Here at the door I pull sounds in reverse & approach corridor in harmony to ply, then play, the debris of
not yet, there is not enough
if I take this ring off it will slip back on
is a cloud graveyard
a closet of moth husks
a day spent walking nude through the cit untouched — an of course
an obsession with star charts; every unique tantrum a black hole
the prize, enraptures, is walls & windows
is the case of symbiotic membrane stretched thin
an index of my unemployment history found in a restroom wall in a box of teeth and stories
or when said teeth met hair
or the topical sound of a small cities collapse
all of the