I've decided I don't want to sleep on the couch
in your mind's living room I would rather 
you prove your darkness exists outside
my purview. By the time you read this
I am winging toward the city brittle 
with wrought iron and its trembling
infrastructure if you can call it that
Prove to me light is not mere fantail 
spawn railing against plain neutral caul 
I only want to talk to y'all in principio 
curved nests let go wrest some substance from 
hitherto unnamed hither or yon blond 
sacrifice spliced from reels reeled in and still
repellent to some spun 
from one of us comes two comes true
If I tell you the story you'll have to 
agree that it's true.
Firm sleeve of a shoehorn functional
Temerity on a leash polished swish gray
Day in day outline 

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