Pro Fuse Con Fuse

Words worked into flesh turn into echoes
Of, spirit grows on erosions of memories disintegrate
Late night parties of nativity
Ideals of relativity
Both confirm and negate
Posture and pose
Is a question
To unask
Nothing is so much more
One never knows.

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Written on 2022-07-28 at 03:04

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The poem's nice but that opening line is especially fierce. And fuck dude, I'm mad I never thought up that title.


Ghosts Of Summer Trees
by Chaucer Whethers