I’m a complex girl in a convex world
and the wall’s concaving in…

Ever ready? On.
Upward leading? Gone.

Over this. A handful of lives
before…

A hundred stifled stunning stares -

Feeling slightly unprepared,
for the mannerisms
that mock me now.

Bridging at me? Bring it.
But either burn em or get on over.

This architecture’s leaning and
I’m floating here, unscathed.

Temporal. Light. Unfazed.

Reeling in these words,
but still can’t find that hook.

Precipitation motivating the
transitory look.

Standing here open

While your thought is closed.

Rewrites just won’t matter in your gray,
I suppose.

And every other aspiration falling down
from up above, speaks its wisdom

To the crowd

I see what you don’t hear,
but it’s not playing here.

Allowed

a line of illumination

bring forth a demonstration

or be metaphorically blind

Aye

need not relay the meaning
to the dumbstruck foolish kind.

I leave you with a simple silence

a lone euphoric burst.

Warmth…

Volumes?

Searched.


Found!

marelle

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