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97. It Shouldn't Be a Promise

It never mattered how many

times you could

repeat my name, nor how

many times I came upon hearing, but

it mattered how you

said it, whether I came willingly

or as a promise is kept,

and whether or not

any of this was right.

96. does it matter

you know there are matters to
be discussed, things to
talk about; why
are you pretending them into existence

why does it matter then

95. A Curious Thing, Fate

I’ve never quite been one to

believe in superstitions, least of all

the ones people invent for themselves,

but

the precise way our

lives have wrapped around each other,

led on by a series

of coincidences has made me

consider that

some sort of foreign luck has made it so and

that we’ve been

wishing to some unknown spirits of

our own design, and perhaps

maybe a few

stars

aligned in such a way so

that

we’d tangle into them and into each other.

94. A Failure

what a [funny[ thing this is,

a house that was meant

to burn (as soon) as

built and

            that doesn’t really

            take the blame for its bricks

            and whose

architect signed in the cornerstone

“anonymous”

93. A Mends

We could, you know, take any

chance to make a/mend a

couple passing fancies that we never

stretched out [be]for[e]

            Could you now, could you really

            reconcile yourself with something

            heretofore nonexistent?

{my, the world’s an amazing place}

92. isn't it

you know even the stars in

the sky couldn’t save you now not

even if you asked them

and promised them the entire sum

of your potential

because nothing really is going to

save you now

nothing you can look at or count on

            it’s just you and the empty dark now

            isn’t it

91. Narrative

there are [too] many twistsandturns

for me to be comfortable

            with the direction

            of the narrative that calls itself

            [your/my/our] Life

but if it’s a current I’ll continue to ride along it

and if it’s a force of nature

I’ll make sure the walls of my house are proofed

and if it

            comes to the

                                    conclusion that

                                                            it’ll tear us to

                                                            nothings

shreds aren’t awful,

they’re just pieces of what

used to be whole, and

it’s only because you can’t patch

them together that

anyone cries.

            [We know what they were.]

            [That should make us strong.]

90. A Bad Way to Speak of It

I could talk around the issue and

leave you to figure

out what exactly I meant by

figuring the words that

referenced but did not mean their

subjects, like

a silhouette does not mean

its image.

In fact, that’s what I’ll do, because

if you can’t figure

out what I’m trying to say otherwise,

what’s the point of talking?

89. The Unreal Cannot Trap You

When I realized I didn’t

have to worry about

losing things

any longer, the world became

a freer place and

the sky became truly open

and every step I took

was a real step and not a trudge

towards something

sick and uncertain

because when you lose something

you can choose to make

no longer real,

and if you take that

opportunity,

the clouds that block

the sun, while

not by necessity going away, can

be pretty without

you having to pretend.

88. Nothing Is New

A question that should never

enter your vocabulary:

“Has someone does this before?”

Because yes, obviously.

Everything’s been done before,

you see.

The universe is so old that

originality is the most

laughable

of concepts.

            And that should free you

            to do whatever you can personally imagine.

87. what are names really

look at the names we give to things
and look at how we think
we can define the intangible
with a series of letters and sounds

86. Silent Majority

Can a silent majority really

count if they use their

voices for nothing but

the non-expression of their beliefs and

the implication that

said beliefs are there

or is it a term made up to mean

“non-issues”

from the mouths of no one

85. worries at night

nighttime feelings, oh

they don’t frighten me for with

a thought like you

by my side, you’re a light in

all ways and what

darkness could ever threaten me then