Quintessence

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Sleek and Unending

This river of Complexity

Heart and Soul

Seeking

Being

All that ever was and ever shall be

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Prove That You’re Still Human

i.
There’s a whisper
puncturing the emptiness
of ellipses and parenthesis,
where lips stopped imprinting
tender cyberspace solar-systems;
shattering the window
to an exposed pelvis.

ii.
It’s that moment of intensity
when you step on a sliver
of stealthily-placed glass,
that chunk of pain designed
to prove that you’re still human…
Because people want record
that white blood cells
really do exist,
even when you’re trying to dazzle them
with tales of misery business.

Umbrella Terms

i.
There’s hesitation upon staring directly
into the abyss of your eyes,
and it quite possibly
scares me.
There’s a recognizable connection
with the deficiency in our kneecaps;
we are both broken
from falling.

I guess you can see it, too:
the shame;
the guilt.
Quick.
Look down and walk away…