body cries to be cracked
joints on the back, the limbs
would you be kind enough to have them identified?
You parallelized with my voice
not a dual tone,
but amongst the conversation between my body and I
where space was only meant to fit
a being of solitary, fragmented solitary
non-intrusive, guard shed
was it the very image
like a spell, cast from a green of a rare bred
coded and carved skilfully, as if designed as an implant
or was it all only played on the screens of the mind;
the abrupt enemy
Such nights
I wonder if you tried to have thoughts conveyed
as I did when I had you acted out, a character
to keep me shielded
from the oust of one of reality's take
extracted from the book of infinite hypothesis, probability
As she peeks
page two hundred and seventy one
a short fable flipped
you're here with me in my arms
you hum me a lullaby,
as I kiss you goodnight
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