has a strange effect.
its soft glow often paints
faces, changes intent
casts shadows over better minds,
bloodletting until they find their real desires.
“we’re tethered, you and i”
they’re caught in a dance of disengagement,
lost in a language only they understand.
words changing, shifting
“i never expected this”
but of course he didn’t,
they’re both here without presumption
now she’s dancing, casting shadows upon some celestial beach
while he watches on
carefully, quietly capturing
her angles and asymmetry.
embodying Fibonacci’s spirals,
she collapses galaxies
the universe unravels at her feet
(new york, new york)
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