(un)titled joy

we laughed
like unholstered pistols
danced
like brandished blades

we stood out
like tendons
strung
on a giants wrist

when the cannons fired
across the eastern sky
the commotion awoke the
monsters from deep slumber

still we smiled
like freshly stropped razors
glinting
across the marbled seas

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