XVII (’19)

hidden from yourself the most
whilst not at all
twisted by a fascinator
blaggard white coater
dissembler of organic
in their straight

hidden from yourself yet not
even as you flail-reach desperate
truth dawns in fall-sleep-wake

hidden from yourself, distilled
twisting in their mirrored prison
purified by compression
to moonshone bathtub leakiness

they’ll close you down
find another fission
to deflect your fusion
true love’s mission


A. H / K. H-H (29th April 2019)

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