i am at the end of a sword that bores through the whole universe, you found me
sharing a knowing look with a nearby train
for once this all makes sense! what of the empty canisters
and the collaterally pigmented digits
i waited until i no longer believed it to put it in writing
nonetheless, i hope you were satisfied by detroit
another false origin story -- but now!
now i've achieved the sublime! we don't have to go back to the way things were
the clear and
present danger was the key
or my key. i skirted an ending that boasted of finality
and all for a promise that i made to you
wordlessly, needlessly, earnestly
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