a misstep upon that unfamiliar contour of all that is equivalent
to that feeling once imaginary now implicated.
a fatalistic scene: a synthetic violin string
evaluates the player before the dissonant chord.
there is no audience, as the emotive glance is voluntary
unto the ending drawing no cathartic applause or finger prick.
the mumbling is over once the bread is broke and your repaired
by the thought that begins with being unrecognizable:
life as a phantom waiting to be reconsidered
the only quality that is worth more than the breath
and the word.
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