you've been nothing but bounded your whole lie, i mean life
to speak of it
i have fully embraced giving up
boundaries risk nothing and are inevitable
everyone will bet on them
high praise slap on the back
for wielding yours. but what an imaginary
what a way of concealing
what a way of concealing
to think being human makes you
so spectacular and not just spectacle
i'm not trying to craft poems here
i want a record of break, of fail, i want to insert
into time the memory of how when you try
to repeat, you are making a bargain with less
you can't go home again
but you also can't do any of this twice
but you also can't do any of this twice
do you understand what i am coding
you can't see clearly
because our way of perceiving is being
co-opted by what we consider acceptable
ways to be in this level of program
and what we have allowed allows for no clear
and what we have allowed allows for no clear
management of the dream's taking
so we barter and trespass and i want you
to recall love is not a thing you can give
or take, you have nothing and you get nothing
dead or alive, we top the cascades of erase
you've been nothing but bounded your whole life.
the way we love one another is so particular
the way we love one another is so particular
no word yet exists
what we call failure in this life is a lie, what we
what we call failure in this life is a lie, what we
call success is a lie, what we call progress is a lie, what
we call history is a lie, what we are doing is actually
nothing
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