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 the road is cautious. worn by broken ladders.

the rain comes unexpectedly. arrogant in its certainty.

there's still time to measure what's behind us. even as we run.

narrow bridges cross profound divides.


the road is curious. devoured by our relentless chase.

the rain listens. a fading copper spy.

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different words to say the same things. 

fingertips like broken arrows. lips like sand. 

time sleeps in gentle storms that go on too long. 

flesh. musty rooms with nothing inside. 

their voices. different thieves. same crime. 


the measure is a condition of the scale. 

gravity is a patient pendulum.
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the names that choose us are fragile beasts. all corners and leverage snarling at gravity.

the skins that we wear seldom fits. broken templates. all rain and wind slouching toward crumbling horizons.

the distance that measures us is a frail conceit. all stones and mud arguing with the wind.

the equation isn't constant. we are victims of our own fickle ari...

 anxious numbers wear the void.

beware unexpected equations.

all absent deities and indifferent saviors.


solitude discards its skin.

beware earnest skeletons.

all chewed meat and rotting faces.


impatient horizons take us nowhere.

beware mischievous corners.

that obscure t...