locked into heels

Toes

locked into heels.

An absence,

occurs in spurts.

Haze,

vague,

colorless,

as if of

perception

devoid

of color.

A sense of focus

up,

a perception

devoid of direction.

Stones

shoes, conservative gate,

coerced

smells of charcoal,

leaves,

he had a similar hat,

she gestured obscene.

In a recognition,

awkward

swing,

as if to say “I wish to abandon that occasion”

seasons

say

summer,

air is cold,

clothing hangs 

veils,

armored layers,

gusts,

like the wind,

like a charm.

She tempts,

pangs

avert themselves,

they are seldom,

I am few.

viscera,

the eyes 

composed in layers,

dots, vibrating with the sound,

absolute.

Time is long,

tall,

the appendages of a cloud,

wandering

in

space.

The smell of salt

lost his resolve

white

rocks

repel

the ocean.

Too much, its directly above us,

feeds the smoke,

red

wine

blood.

Sitting backwards,

in a caravan,

tuned

to the wind.

Ugly.

One can sense apology,

he called it

voluntary,

the retina drops,

burns,

where else could it happen, what happened.

Clock flips,

ends

time,

under

a wave

he finally clears his throat,

stiches his side,

sets his teeth,

because its finally over

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