isn't mine
I own its something given
I'm allowed its use,
but I am unraveled under these gifts
of all I've alived avowed,
bearing these forward in this array
nothing my soul encounters alters
today's momentum or fills the syllables silent upon the hearing tongue.
let these fluttered candles aim
into the shadowed servings darkened
in the fires left burning in Eros an ire. truly in us all are mysteries
retold in alphabetic effigies
lit to show us liars.
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