i was warned about you
but then, i was worn
through
but then i let the sound in
of torches along the path's edge
rustling in my eyes & ears
eyes & ears
would pass & nothing
all contorted in row
these antlers don't
through
nor do they tessellate with
anything along where we're walking
cutting out
& out & out & in
hours would pass & nothing
i know you
you know our bodies move in unison
the answer's within that
i could be burning houses but i'm not.
i knew you
i thought our bodies moved in unison
o lucile, i rescind that
i could be burning houses but i'm not
i'm not
i'm not
i'm not
i'm not.

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