we all have our tiny torments
from familacerta
tearing apart our little
heavenly holding
moments of promise
no, mine
much worse than yours
according to the shadows i no longer stole
from your growing jack-o lantern
there! a winner!
free inside
every speciously marked box
see details
when you get to the other side
yeah, i'll look you up fer sure,
you & the point
your tale makes
so i can be the wall you climb
in your next life as gecko
where camouflage forges wings
out of waiting
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