fleeting

is the sound of light vanishing into a distant abyss

an untold history reminds the world of itself in a retold

manmade mystery, constructed castle that crumbles when

observed from every angle, air bubbles speak aloud in 

well-rehersed verses that deserve applause  before

they explode into the insignificant cold. fact meets

fiction and makes a weave of myth and murk

watch it melt into our future dissolve into the dirt

and grow into a truth that works

a frame that twists into the every shape

to encompass the world

like a spray-paint t-shirt

it will fit you.  

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