violate my norms
and speak
tangibles, nonsense
like spider paper
casting shadows
into fire — brightness
the edge of reason,
my own reward
caught in the mix
of this cursed tangle

lean like the sarcophagus
against dewed walls
sweating with judgment

and so much is found
to be wanted
in silent moments
of reprieve, if eyes
only opened

say it’s not
so drab
in these garments
whose tailor did spend
fortune and blood
on cleverness,
but not enough

norms made from norms
overridden by greed,
vengeance, insanity
if that’s what change
really is; violations
leave questions
unanswered, but answer
why chase the rainbow?


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