i never thought i could forget the world
in the middle of my storm
or lose recollection of
all that was said before
the day
the day before yesterday.
might i ask how you found this page?
this page reveals all time
in a tender, silver handshake
underneath the skies'
fully torn skin
veil but curtain--cloth?
the day before yesterday.
sinking miserably yet unequivocably
delighted in you
to be found ransacked
filled with joy that was labeled
with a stinking scarlet letter.
what does the word say?
how might the mouth explore
the dangers and safeties of
us?
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