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[proximoception]

Lightning only tears what's torn already.

Window children, swear the air is steady.

Tell yourselves it flows all ways at once.

Standstills filter furies of the Months.

Close your eyes to eye-veins in the air.

Stumbling from the house gape-torn behind him on his tear

The teardrop, who's denied to fall straight down,

Obeys the silent sidling cues nudged upward by the ground

Headlong, unbroken till he's caught the one bus out of town

Leaving there the scream his motion drowned.

There's only so many things you have to say.

Weighing what they do, each only says itself one way.

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[grashupfer.livejournal.com]

First time through I didn't notice the comma after window children. How it changed the voice was entirely.

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

Mood is imperative...