a measured progression
an appearance
between the unspeakable
and a simple matter
of taste
the event by which all pretense
dissolves into shadow
leaving only light
to empower what remains
and thus confusion
controls the narrative
no more
the usual hubris
will buy whatever fantasy
is most comfortable
for the occasion
as a matter of course
be it one
of playful curiosity
or the more likely collection of messes left metastasizing on the proverbial table
a healthy operation
to be sure
but what extra monsters
must also emerge
as this cantankerousness
continues to invoke another
and yet another
all the way home
Peace/Love
m(~_~)m

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