Simulacrum

Weeping at the edge of the river

Meet me at the mountain pass

Running over-eager fingers

Through this tangled traveling matte

Jaws brought to bear

Against the heavens

Windows pressed

The deep upended

Flooded with crunches

Down into these winding paths

Where fires burn

And neurons crash

Cycles of love and lust

Lost and now just set adrift

Against my tongue

With pride intact

Tactless tasteless sleaze worn sleeveless

Always linger on the edge of deed-less

Somehow still done dirt cheap in

Dimly lit vignettes on fringes

Shifting slides to the next exhibit

I find myself asleep at the wheel

A memory of passions gone cold

Trying to reignite these coals

So let's complete the circuit-board

At the peak where magnets meet

Where an Ocean runs into eternity

Joining the place where stars bleed

Light still somewhat red-shifted

Where dark matters come to speak

Twisted into impossible riddles

Deftly dodging galactic responsibilities

Dunes carrying the sunrise

A haze I can't recall

A past self still left corrupted

A now deleted repertoire

A voice on echoed stones

Older skeletons

Mouth agape and opened spine

With letters running out

Reflections maybe not worth reconstruction

Bridges burned perhaps for the best

Planchettes still glued down

And spirits held from speaking

All's well that ends well for breathing

Under omens auspicious and celestial

Finding hope in cosmic reaches

Running over-eager simulations

SIMULACRUM

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