growth

attempting to augment
i grasp onto the memories of all of you lovers right within this plump book of mine

watching the black wax spin with such control,
my mind is a moses basket

dream about trust
nothing’s real, nothing’s true

three years, a fly lives a day
how attached and fucking foolish

your nest is filled with multiplying ants
fast sharp tangled decisions

-overlapping–overturning-

mine is a shrine
forget you not

-interweaving–intermingling-

gripping onto the web of desire and time
eventually it breaks

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