I’ve been on a dazy the whole day. In and out of consciousness. In and out of memory.
The dash hovers above us like stagnant time. Tiny pieces of coal hover along our eyelids
Like turrets of apostrophes, checkered cloth fulfilling our laughter
A covenant where dashes mark ripples of murky water, jeweled bravado threaded
Inside our dragged forgotten dregs,
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a moor that retains a
parable
like this is
water against its walls,