Whereas he vacated
we were to vacation
we collected appearances
& sang in the car
while they gathered his clothes
& storied antics
not comfort
scarcely a distraction
surface tension separates his ((
across the divide
the door of perception is thin there
hinged on illusion
for the very few
(there is) more tragedy than evil
more
in the curvature of ()
which be learned
before it can be seen
lustre is the gift to reflect truth
only sometimes beauty
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Sentiment is brash
moan of pain & the moan of delight