Sta.sh
It was clear that day
that you were the castle
and I the donkey
with falcon-feather eyes,
that day born on nuclear knees
this all became so clear,
as me myself and you yourself
crested lizardlike on clouds
we used to know and call our home,
(though now we can only call
out goodbyes, vaguely)
and our saltine souls
each wither whitely,
while I bludgeon you
with opaque expressions
and arcane metaphors—
don’t try to understand,
you can’t understand,
don’t look to these lines for
context,
you’re not going to get any
context,
all you’ll get
is my ribbon-heart torn
by the portcullis-teeth
of you (the castle, remember?)
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and find that I've somehow butchered the quote
each wither whitely
yes, yes, yes it does