always asking
for the alchemy of self-composition to appear,
but there ain’t no app for that.
we are, by false claims,
yet only pristine remnants.
as for all of our intended-ness
it only objectifies our quarry.
it is the topical nature of human enterprise
that discipline beyond ego
is drawn-ness personified
yet I am honor-bound
with withholding as true,
for truth does not exist in time-binds.
our lives spiral in a vortex flux
yet we consciously work at it
with momentous flat-line logic.
so, can you spare
any dynamic parts of your being
that do not occupy space
as the appearance of you
but clearly, unapologetically,
will cleanse my heart?
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