Not even two

Wheezing electricity haunts my first page and last quarter of

anticipation until my cliched one shall close to my reach and the

cold shall be lost in screaming gasping un-belief and impossibilities.

Not even two.

I know.

But I shan't tell as we live on a face the others of the earth cannot attain.

And his beautiful eyes will regularise my heart'd dreams and you'll

roll yours and I won't worry, 'cause

you could never know.

The irrevelance of time, and yet the weight of a moment drowned

me in granted wishes and my child's appearing gaze at the coastal park.

I am a woman, and he shall do the duty.

One day.

I know it.

You, however, don't.

And we walk through the breathless avenues and boil flatulent health and

talk of delicate expectations, and he wants to consume me.

This music is staged ~ words aren't create-able if you feel as I do.

Immaculate details of a vague aurating from the one who I thought had

deafened to my begging.

Oh, the irrelevance of time.

Don't change a thing.

Happily ever after; the perfection can only break, and he's

scaring me and thrilling us and annoying you.

We don't worry for it: we know your na'vety.

Sing us a song of cautionary catastrophes, and we'll chant you a

lullaby that will force you to leave us alone in our sea of strawberry stars

and eternal pauses and no

"afters" that disagree with us.

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