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Null and Void, Void and Null
Nylon stockings over face.
The photographed sequence of
choreographed events
cascade over and over
into paths never spoken of.
Age one on the mounted
message is clear as drizzled wings
sneered by ornaments in drag.
A double tone of tolerance
is wanted but is not welcomed.
Were we still dancing when the
music did not mean anything to
us anymore?
Artificial roses on the table.
Plastic food in the fridge.
We sat for dinner in solemn
manifestation.
My plate was full.
My heart was void.
Null and void.
Void and null.
When I break out of
my chrysalis, will you
still remember
how to comb your hair?
Across the snowing intemperance
streamed colours named,
yet not used.
Null and void.
Void and null.
The photographed sequence of
choreographed events
cascade over and over
into paths never spoken of.
Age one on the mounted
message is clear as drizzled wings
sneered by ornaments in drag.
A double tone of tolerance
is wanted but is not welcomed.
Were we still dancing when the
music did not mean anything to
us anymore?
Artificial roses on the table.
Plastic food in the fridge.
We sat for dinner in solemn
manifestation.
My plate was full.
My heart was void.
Null and void.
Void and null.
When I break out of
my chrysalis, will you
still remember
how to comb your hair?
Across the snowing intemperance
streamed colours named,
yet not used.
Null and void.
Void and null.
Published 17th Jan 2012
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