but still

a pellet
the grains of truth
slide through the cracks
in the facade of justice
until it is
just us
with uneven scales
scaling the edge
of stock photo
scaly skin
flaking away
into the abyss
of ever more
ever sore
from gripping
obsidian glass
blood flecked forever
for whatever
ever sore
never more
than the blurry
after images
of yesterday

i’m falling
so far down
i’ve forgotten
when i fell
a man sized crater
in the haze
of hazy recollections

but still

the clouds look lovely
from above
from below
as i spin
into tomorrow


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