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side effects
a door closes
like your
day
measured as measureless
the arrival of dusk
and that predictable smell
like underground magma
some kind of wicked sulfur
what luck drew that to me
some chance in a bizarre lottery
talent is a victim on
a distressed frail beach
where desire never rests
but it can’t bridge the gaps alone
no trips onto the rainbow bridge
only a dance across the bridge of sighs
until
you lose that happy window
it closes as did all the doors before
like side effects
that burn into your brain
