Where

They’d read fine lined movements,
They’d hear thoughtless pitches,
They’d dissect words and phrases,
While I desperately tried
To keep them hidden,
While freed exposures
Were covertly covered
Up by explanations.

They’d find ways
To play viola variations
Of indifferent violations
In violent slashing motions
In muted flesh tones
Of proprietorial renderings.

Inspirational
Provocations
In dreary wires
Engendering
Romances
Puppeteering
Displays
Of profferings
Across this mire

 
-Sabs-

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