“but, is it really you…?”

lifted, driven,
reaching the outer-limits,
the bones of us
lift and dive after our spirits,
coming along for the ride.

“after you, after you, dear.”
wish, receive.

eminent and verdant,
leasing reverent hands,
luminous transference ending the good day,
it’s not iffy, time’s up, you’re due,
please and release to be approved.

as talos, we remove the nail,
ichor like molten lead runs out and through.

third party intelligence
allegiance to signs.
check out.
she’s waiting, she wants you.
get relief, don’t get personal.

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