the motley mix

of proxemic understanding,

when i perseverate on the sincere space of things,

i see it measured and traded

by silent auction.

 

for the Unassuming,

the scant crowds around her are forming

astringent equidistant fractal figures,

a beauty beyond compliment.

she would be called impervious,

 

the Unassuming bares witness to nothing.

she is all shift, but

me, i’m still trying to hang

or find that kino zen-etic mobile balance

where it

don’t tug so hard,

don’t tug so hard,

don’t tug so hard.

 

bids placed in discretion,

graceful moxie, how do you fall left and right to be caught?

instead of goodbye to the shapes,

i said amen,

for i had asked them something to no response.

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