Each raindrop only an allusion to
ugliest things in life, I stepped away,
letting every pattering ripen,
every infliction become pronounced.
"This is the way with words," I explained to sheep.
"Hence so easily, you may be fooled. Twisting and
turning ways, revolving like the gunshot pre-trigger."
Then boom.
Somebody like me does not trifle with those petty sentiments
whose peels unravel like oranges within photographic recordability.
I saw beyond the buttonage, behind the dressings.
Saw a person able to easily reject this entropy wholeheartedly
my mind exploded.
If it is to be nullified, entropy,
not even I may be real.
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