Casting
The gathering of each cast
The reshaping meant for bandage
This thinner, some form of acetone, have them
Selves lift sheets of wounds out
The skin ready for new wind, set of brown
You have to rub just as fast though
Scraping won't do because how does it
When around you are digital zeroes.
A pattern of your smile, remnant of lips
Our dance, my shoulder by your cheek
Left open are streets I am walking for home.
The tyranny in this loving has torn sheets
Brought back to use, formless, they have
Acquired licenses to delay sleep
A puncture to paper is its allowance
Have yourself it and staying flat shall
Have no more use to you than tomorrow's paper
Time shall fail, its gravitas a fiction
You only read not on these nights.
The reshaping meant for bandage
This thinner, some form of acetone, have them
Selves lift sheets of wounds out
The skin ready for new wind, set of brown
You have to rub just as fast though
Scraping won't do because how does it
When around you are digital zeroes.
A pattern of your smile, remnant of lips
Our dance, my shoulder by your cheek
Left open are streets I am walking for home.
The tyranny in this loving has torn sheets
Brought back to use, formless, they have
Acquired licenses to delay sleep
A puncture to paper is its allowance
Have yourself it and staying flat shall
Have no more use to you than tomorrow's paper
Time shall fail, its gravitas a fiction
You only read not on these nights.
Labels: David Foster Wallace
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