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When you keep repeating a lie

people will accept it as truth.

But underneath that feeling is a

merciful border that never existed,

splitting the familiar stone tablets

when we grind our teeth at night

& wake up in the morning tired.

There’s a lot of work to get done,

love & devotion are strange deities

who are notoriously indirect with

their instructions. It happens when

you focus on somebody while walking,

the trees straining toward each other

& past the flailing villages made from

our kin.