\t\t\t\tYour interpretation is meaningless to nostalgia,
\nyour statements of context artfully crafted to
\nconspicuously elude the trap of immortality.<\/p>\n
Presenting yourself before audiences is an
\naccident waiting to clap its hands,
\na story waiting in a jar as hospitality
\nunbuckles its appetite for horror.<\/p>\n
Whales and eagles blink their eyes, alarms go off,
\nindividuals who never imagined it find themselves
\neating electricity with utensils made of impotent timepieces.<\/p>\n
Density accumulates around fenceless domiciles.<\/p>\n
Strangers hold your mail in makeshift armories.<\/p>\n
A force of God surrounds your sense of house,
\na force of inevitability, a force of something you
\ncannot whistle but which you
\ncan feed into the open mouth of a cheap statue,
\ncracking its plaster as you return it to a
\nstore shelf and meekly slip outside.<\/p>\n
You float through shopping malls and fast food drive-throughs,
\ndisappearing into nonexistent movie theaters and
\ndistant grassy gutters filled with hot bottles of beer that
\ntease you in your mercurial extinction.
\nMinds open but mouths close for
\nnone should speak of these encounters,
\nmimicked as they are by the
\nfaces you see in laundry machines and the
\nvoices you hear in shower drains.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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