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It’s falling chrome 

From the aperture we lost 

And it shines

All the way down 

Luxuries lengthened strands 

Pull back the breath 

We all held 

In a labor of love unfit to be called love

Custom fit anchors 

On our costume equipped lives

Shuffle sighs of great relief

—we are who we pretend to be 

And suffer for it

Our base falters through 

Shakes at the root

Misguided ambition then pulls at the tooth

—The longest will do

Split us into cinder 

While the simple stay true

I have built this lie for purpose 

But the bolts all shook loose 

And the machine has rusted through 

with eyes of uncertainty

now it looks at me,

—The aperture absolute