I see you there...all right angles
and making so much sense in a
house where hope withdrew through you
long ago and sanity shortly
followed. Sipping on your sweet
slander, I believe you to be
my best bet on this barren beach
where salty waves sting my wounds
and the sea already sings the
dirge of my coming departure.
There on the horizon is your
rectangular retreat from the
circular logic that replaces
my reason and drives me to depths
I cannot displace. You patiently
tarry as I cultivate the courage
to make my eternal exit,
dropping my cumbersome bones at
your doorway and collecting the
weightless cloak of my final absolution.
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