who would have thought
that something as random
as you and me will begin
to carve its particles on
surfaces, luminous and
permanent, excised by the
mouth that feed on the stranded,
ragged gift of brevity and
delight, a thief that hunts
hallowed alleys, singing to
a lute humming your
impenetrable beauty, i know
i would have thought of it,
believe it or not.
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