
Fire Sale
Readymade;
the way they sold it
with the dewy eyes
and the dreams inside.
Glorious;
just then they moved it
away from me and you.
Out into the unseen.
Poignant;
this time I’m
running on water,
running past sound.
Hollowed;
this time I’m
trying too hard,
running my mouth.
Cleansing;
change is a motion.
We moved away silent,
torn and thrown to the ocean.
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