What happens in the intermittent?
The space between the spaces we thought we could control?
Flesh flies and feelings turn and double and triple
Back around to a place they started that’s not the same point as before.
Some masochistic equation that needs yards of board and chalk to even attempt to resolve.
Solve for x
Solve for me.
Hours and hours a day turn to wisps of memory and gossip transferred from here to here to here to her…
But still the oldest adages are the truest.
That time brings temperance in a sweet cool way.
That wisdom begets age begets wisdom begets wonder.
Everything else burns away in the crucible of time
That ever-present effervescent animal that lurks stalking and devouring all but the things that are most real.
The things that Are
So we stand here at this corner stripped bare of everything that used to comfortablely cloth us
We stand here survivors of another age
Believers in a renewed evangelist
Wishers of a reconciliation
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