every person-to-person crime
has its affront of indignities
and its dark but meaningful sacredness
its band of assorted individuals
each surfacing for air and light
falsely in sight, complicated, yet denied
the weep from the buildup of the unsaid
also nipped, unclearly short of its resolve
the flicker of these flames of action
never to know directly of their true source
burned off in back and forth disgust
as in the silences of its gasping
victims and their plodding escorts
inscrutable messages laying abandoned
cross currents gone their separate ways
crumpled lives now left to be unfolded
the bother of details
the flourish of the unfinished, blending away
stories of timber-falling perspectives
thunderous betrayals
amongst human interactions
each, a prayer to an unknowable god
some pro, some con
some in defense, some in inquiry’s plead
tales from used aprons of disjointed collaboration
some tied for then
others loosely worn in disregard
we are all the salvia of mindsets of recovery
some will spit
while others will swallow . . .
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