Thoughts suburbanly placed in visions, tunneling across
expanses of remembering, fearless, hanging onto insecure
rims of shattered vases, tipping over, flowing out upon
brick layered ideas.
Foundations toppling, for storms have upended their share
in a quantum suspension, inner qualities transpiring, in-
tentions piling themselves stories high.
Inventing preliminary styles of insensitivity, compiling
every facet and burying it finally beneath earth's center.
Likelihood of ever opening up, cannot be fathomed, because
one-way doors have been closed for life, never to swing open
again for any reason.
Sealed beyond logical explanations, alone, writing new scores
to live by.
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