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TETERING
A mixture of space time happens
in the cessation
of the creator
of something
interminably wrong
the harnessers of tomorrow
bled into their disposition
to undo sadness
and although
the word is not
painful for everyone
it is for some
and running out in teardrops
did not quell
it's incessant mess
and jealousy birthed anew
a single changeling stew
to moralistically un-rot
I illicit
a smokescreen
too visible for words
to intermingle
with the illusory
cut throat bride
of Frankenstein
hop scotch
soft soft
plaything
turned scalding hot
melding to a weakened state
insurmountable by some
but found to be
a dragons egg
which expands in your stomach
and the little light that shined
I'm going to make it mine
ventriloquist to
the blade wielding
recluse
wrought to
steal time