sleep.
one lifts over the threshold
a deserving mirror,
lightly places it upon
the bed.
good company need not be touched.
good company aspires to hope.
good company is not erotic.
the camera is another posse
felt, enjoyed, retained.
chimera, also. plaintext.
vamonos.
an influenza epidemic will not touch us.
(repeat after me)
the solstice will have come and gone
before you nuzzle up against
the solemn wavelength
of a rugged star.
only miniature flowers qualify
for a pure bouquet
that some of us have pictured
incessantly for the durations
of others' lives.
this is where we find ourselves,
endowed with adjectives,
and loyal to the nouns.
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