cacophony

「 ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ-ᴏɴᴇ / winter solstice 」

i am a sort of — uh well

do i remind of the winter solstice?

manufactured authenticity, painting

calculated legacies, circular stride

holding binoculars

and gazing from night to night

all the while i live

in my beautiful pinhole

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sight, herald of wounds

rinse, rinse, rinse in red scrutiny;

scour down to my finest bones

and remember, and see.

do not ask me

who i am or who i've been

i am but here before you

on display.

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carry me from the rack (careful!)

i want you to hold these edges

bring me close,

kiss with eyes blinding—

read the script, can you,

of straying photons?

it is where i am.

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you nemesis of time,

carry on, won't you?

let the blaring fill out my jigsaw;

it is so dark here. hand me a candle.

but please, not the summer solstice

— it will burn

it will burn

it will fog over —

the silver is ruined.

the texture the sickness that is me.