non sequitur .005
the composite of it
just a moment
before
voices inventing the
curvature scree
of of
a future a throng
intimacy among
rattle
we were two but a
then no closure
three as of the chocolates
the counting your choice
crucial demands
as behind
the claw
a tad of &
drapery a misdirectiom
sagged though
against as
that fades
ticking room
clock sealed
for flight within a
as you
listen for
the
absent
grandeur
in
a
moment's
rub.
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Doug Bolling