a battle run highway.
a knowledge for disappearance,
wisdom for concealment,
its dances are brief,
a singled out glow.
with misfit misplaced,
and arches reform,
a tiled mess lay before,
let it burn.
a felt of consciousness,
with a longing return,
just tired of the far-fetched,
in draggy unison.
a gather of reasons,
for something so simple,
in steam, frustration,
in memory, perseverance.
as usual, majority wins,
but minority keeps on kicking,
simple encouragement,
'just play better'.
let comfort play executioner,
its words, the iron axe,
its satisfaction, the might of the swing,
its abandonment, a basket full.
and weep to know,
there's no remorse,
a black hooded companion,
never a good choice.
life,
just life.
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