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bent straw. ashen crayon tray.
gone tomorrow, while we're here today?
learning to scope this out another way.
breaking auto bulbs.
mea culpa in acupalco.
we also... strung wires, lit fires in the sheath.
underneath for the sake of being forsaken.
forget to reset, i haven't quite yet
found. be kind and rewound back to the beginning
of this all.
tabula rasa...
as in to wipe the slate clean of it.
all of this.
just for the hell of it.
who knows what this'll bring, in retrospect?
i'm sure there's a reason for anything.
insects, i suspect?
i've no path anymore from which to come from,
so i'll trace my steps back a different way.
scrape away the new and replace with old.
this could be an end to one, but the begin of some.
no longer a need for any of you but a need for myself.
all these pieces are forming the right places,
but what to do with these empty spaces?
i'll know the way without distraction.
