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Spaces Like Life
Spaces like Life Your death is no spectacle. It will unfold itself ceremoniously like a soft-sweater worn and discarded because of a snag I walk in a ghetto in the black of night, chunks of asphalt heaved up in more spots than smooth, Makes me think of you, 57 murders of the kind I like with his first touch, you’ve been archived, dust collecting on your gilded frame, curating feelings long dormant, with the first exchange of flesh—no market bizarre bartering, the store room caught fire, and you are naught but cindered-ash. The body both fleshy life and a tomb. How does paradox exist? Think on it, scissors join to dissever! It's one absurdity I cannot resist. Such conundrums mere escapist thoughts Bring a chuckle to my lips and a smile on a dog. As I pass cars jacked Up on bricks, weeds burst through their rusted out floors, And brick buildings fenestrated with busted out windows, once strong practical housing for those “less fortunate” I cultivate a fondness for demise. I grow a kinship with discarded things; another era Eased into obsolescence by sheer neglect.
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