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Objects

Objectively

But, objective thought is justifying the subjective, unless

She screams loud and he feels proud but internally

Disappointingly, disgust

It’s never lust it’s never regret it’s never forget it’s sometimes a bet but mostly it’s set

In stone like foundations in Rome, the empires do fall but she always answers the call

Even if it’s all just the wrong turn on the 40 into the unknown

How we got here is how we go there but nothing is fair and everything rare is soon

Too soon it is there for the lost for the found for the phone call he makes, for the reasons she takes

That time to decide, which side will provide but clues remain bitten, the dust remains ridden

And souls remain hidden even when all is forgiven

Because all is forgiven is a line we all take when nothing’s at stake

The circle sends ripples, but life never riddles, it only sends glitter

Because surely, He never litters when He stop being little

And turns into people  – it’s hard to let go

It’s hard to hold on

It’s hard to be

Hard as the sea, tough as that rock

Bottom that stops, an inch in reverse, a slow intercourse

But of course the rounds never count the voices lose loud and she says well

I am so proud -- just noise in the background that touched the peculiar choice

Chosen on purpose masked by the service to god or the devil or maybe it’s death that’s forever

The time chose the us, the we, the together, locked into never

11/13/16