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nothing is unwritten

neither tenor

nor an untouchable trade

insights lead to strokes
that link
to some shaved crimson
in this flesh of experiments
this experience

with cold desire
red becomes the custom
in a very poor empire

where moments are pushed
unseen

beginning at the

broken border
to provocation of
shadows that press in further
they suffocate

what was missed
by the night

that hunger from the light
telling of confession
and  deliverance
persuasive sadness

it acts where
love stirs not

as pain seems to mingle
in those tears

and

persists with dormant imagination
severed and slashed
upon the scorching syllables

an interval with all that is primal
or maybe it's just the blue haze

that turns to something ashen

yet, it silently smolders
faint
a techno hallucination

that sends sharp seizure into the tired silhouettes

of some lost passion and weary regrets