let's talk causality
the voice in my head has a gentle slavic
accent, no, truly
what is left of me sputters
in rhythm and out
on the concrete and into the
faces of what peers
remain. i read you
as you, stumbling through
my millionth language and thousandth world
but even in your absence you
cut down and
you deputize dozens of
swaggering apostles and
i have no choice but to disappear
thank you so much, Tomaž
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