self anarchy: an arcane
anecdote antedates this
anachronistic chronicle
of a death foretold. four fold
wings flock frivolous triviality
really not reality.
relatively, inactivity lively
thrives in riveting river
droplets of time flying
through this hourglass eye
of the needle. stitches seem
tailored to precise incisions
knifed in surgical steps, or
increments crept upon. sneaky.
like surprises. packaged presents
here now. after
thought. as in life. an
afterthought.
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