to a post-mortem a foretaste
of a certain imaginary state
just the other side of the curtain
it wants to put a ring on you
but just for the duration
its languages are love and fear
and hate because it knows
your fluency with each is legend
a poem wants to be an antidote
to blindness boredom bastards
it wants to walk you home
forgetting it lives there too
I mean that’s stupid dude
who forgets where they live
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