fueled

pour more fuel on the fire

this pliable, this malleable

mindmuck of a mindfuck

disarray of illogical 

idioms and factums

where things make sense

that don't make sense

organized to equalize

not concerned with any

truths or lies

so hypnotized are these

loving eyes, placated by 

the thrill in the air

of a standard deviation 

higher than expected

when its all laid out

right goddamn in front of

the soft magnification

the aching dilation 

the lust trust and rust

that never seems to

acknowledge

poetry

is a much larger 

word/world

than imagined

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