we'd never want, because
we can't lack that.
Anytime in our safe
space: one mind, no
breaks, no taking back.
It's why it
titillates
us
so,
so
long
we've
had to grow
and know what's hard,
real, right: here right. Then,
Now. We people just become
much more oneself. We go,
unbreaking bow.
of self or soul.
It's nothing hard.
We rise above who
can't control and what
we fantasize about
is just our fascination with
our best, worst, blest thing
we don't want:
an empty mouth.
Sad eyes
Your pout
No vows,
now no. No
promise binds
on future self.
No word for what's so wrong
but "no."
It's only what we don't allow.
Because we'd never really want
to groom one's self into brute
beast out hollering
to be
deceased
Go, horses
groom each
other wild.
Bride and bridle,
friends made hot
to fuss and care
each other's ways.
It's always someone
else's party, now! Today!
And that's okay 'cause
ours won't end
until betrayed
by our last friend.
Until that day
so bright we blink
in sublime pains we shouldn't take,
painstakingly we part, we stake.
We welcome wants we hate to think
We feel we couldn't be so wrong.
And so we're not.
Though dreamed so long,
we do wake up. So,
so long dream.
We couldn't
really
want to be
that thing.
Below rock bottom we become
what we know we can't
live with
sun
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