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Failure reflect revision metacognition the dream stuff of rhetoric while the bad manners of sleep barely open an eye drift into revelries of some future clown summer party—bass gutting the ribs floor sticky with spilled thrill while waves crest white the horizon an attempt to get to a version of ourselves other than the one here—to construct a cement wall b/c yours felt monolith in an otherwise yawn of morning spectacle of graffiti—an attempt to give back what it was given—too much in a rush to receive, it’s okay a garden unattended remains a reminder of a garden attended—the fantasy of future self caught midlife in mid laugh or maybe I’m just letting you off easy as it must be something singular to not ever hear the whines of the ghosts you’re dragging I’ll bear your burdens & sister I’ll sing to your ghost the moth of your month has for a long time been the month mothing your haunting to adorn ourselves as imagined others to eventually end an evening gorging so many ordinary things we were denied b/c— I am thinking of my thinking today revising my emotions restitching my failures—I will song it for both of us you never have to—self at an end I regret—I regret
