Artificial neons
Blacks that glow
and reverberate into thick waves of splinters
Which I sleep on
Tar dried
and chiseled cold
Lacquered,
singled
mass ant link.
Judge me bitter in their ocean
Yet I am the wind that
Kneads the waves.

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Sever me out of you.
Cut me and my throng from yourself.
If a talent is what I have, this is the one.
To untie the cords you've stung through me. 
For as you tied me with your platinum chain,
And popped through a pumping chamber,
You'll be cut off the way you came.
Saw you off me and leave the chiseled shining metal shavings to grow in the matter of my ( Read more... )

Is a choice
A circumstance

Sometimes a lie.
Unsubstantial, unreasonable, and unfair.
A little gold chain that you wear around your neck and flash in the light.
A warm chain.
Quivering right above your heart in tremulous heat.
A breath.
A sigh of contentment, nearly extinct at its birth.
Happy. Eats its fuel and sputters smoke.
Because it was never there.
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