Valentines
I thought today I could make it work
it wasn’t so much the sadness
as lightness
as bottled crocodiles and persimmon fungi
as broken arrows across the ascended
the ascended ones I shan’t recall
as they won't allow it
today I make this work
as tears turn to conserved weapons
that ignite and sting every limb
as guttural music I can’t quite grasp
drips down my moldy walls
today
i thought
today reacts
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