Who Will Sleep On The Floor For Us?

Suffocation by Mr Mannequin

Gestating perfection
undoing sewn crevices.

Fissures mushroom
Into valleys of holed memory.

Suspended in speech,
Ideals
Bulge to the rim–
Where they stop.

Films of pride
Circulate my shutters–
Chimeric snapshots of a broken time.

I wonder,
Why my Circadian paramour
abandons me still.

You want her to bellow
when you stalk your shadow across the edge,

But, those who bellow are triumphed by those who are deaf.

The sky is immobile–
at your dispense,

The funeral is well attended.
As always,
Kindness arrives the day after.

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