One hundred oscillations before the glass breaks;
resonances and
jealous fits of rage, the red flag raised.

Your detrimental reconstruction
passed through glass shards as they recombine
with adolescent pearls of wisdom.

I don’t know
the shooting star’s recalculated trajectory
but it lies somewhere near your backyard.

And in your mouth
lies.
As we reconstrue context from fiction.

Only then do we
ameliorate substance
and closed conditionals

Hummingbird’s claustrophobic intent
calcified into the meanings of one another’s
built in trajectories.

Saints and angels attend.

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One hundred oscillations before the glass breaks;
resonances and
jealous fits of rage, the red flag raised.

Your detrimental reconstruction
passed through glass shards as they recombine
with adolescent pearls of wisdom.

I don’t know
the shooting star’s recalculated trajectory
but it lies somewhere near your backyard.

And in your mouth
lies.
As we reconstrue context from fiction.

Only then do we
ameliorate substance
and closed conditionals

Hummingbird’s claustrophobic intent
calcified into the meanings of one another’s
built in trajectories.

Saints and angels attend.

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