Aware

Exit: lacerated, unspiraled, he falls up
on a stronger center—a beautiful mass of half
real ligaments connecting flesh and mind.

She sighs: find a rumor’s middle
to become an inward ghost—and there’s a price
for finding somewhere else: “It’s leaving and being lost.”

Enter: tended, curled, he sleeps on
chaos veins of recast thoughts—all unsure measures
full of finality and reasons.

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