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You'd neglected to tell me why

and my assumptions thrived in prose;

from the harmless and the benign,

to the tentative you'd propose.

Now I'm left, forgetting something,

but feeling only gratitude

as I'm robbed and left, not wanting,

but happy to be loose from you.

Your parasitic wanderings,

with excuses misunderstood,

end with you, nude and sauntering,

towards smallest fracture in the wood

where mandibles can chitter free

and infrastructure peels and brays,

while tethered beams - the builder's seams -

are nipped at from the passageways.

Pollutants cluttered, stomping eggs;

presence lacking with jaws strung low -

thoughts like piss running down six legs

to fertilize your doubts, ingrown.

Unbeknownst, or so you're saying,

you walk amongst the weeds in bloom;

sprung from fissures, tall and swaying;

you claim them tantalizing proof

of merit given, justified

to sordid pests you walk beneath,

while they'd gladly eat you alive

if it brought new texture to teeth.