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"This is gonna be one of those nights."

The theme is reckless,

Substantially tamed

Rather--famed.

Saving, reveling,

The inquiry of 

Saints and celibates,

Of who we are

And atmospherically 

Where we're flourishing.

"Maybe if she was thinner then he would have stayed."

A real feeling

Drinking, frenzied,

Drinking, drinking,

All the while thirsting

A Gregorian protocol

In the sky,

In our palms,

Plastered behind our eyes,

Fluttering against lamination.

Everything is presentation.

"Look at this photograph. Every time I do it makes me laugh."

attempted verbalization

It feels like...

The end of a really incredible book that has a sequel.
Wilderness.
The TASTE of hot chocolate in summer.
That moment when an umbrella pops open.
Scarlet and navy and off-white, but not all at the same time.
A balloon of deep purple plasma filling inside of you.
Wanting to taste a scented marker.
A fire too big for a marshmallow.
A saxophone and a banjo and an opera singer all at once.
The second before a roller coaster takes off.
Screaming and pine needles.
A scrambled alphabet that makes new colors.
Sunshine and thunder.

...not always.

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moonlight, if fictitious
     or residual,
anything is nothing
     that isn't you or me
keeping, moving, swaying
     farther and surreal
into every dream,
     painful, perfect, poignant.
now breaths are sparse
     and heavy
galloping through our hearts,
     passion,
like vitality,
     everything alive,
offering all that remains
     sensory--
vivid, as searching angels in
     lightning sounds.
ever new. ever beautiful.
     here is our fall.