They printed off houses | safe places for domicile | my sensations | were heading out | into 3D | War was coming | laws were being revoked | Nothing | fresher | sweeter | softer | than their lips | vent and slip | wit and slip | slip and flip | (and tongues) | cherry | topology | hummingbird | vibe | demons’ | roadmap… | Troops moving through the woods | had they crossed the border? | Uniforms | indistinct | The whole era | grew unsure | was the age of consent | just beginning or | was it | already over?

Bullet to the head | the finger | the trigger | the barrel | the order | the head | the | bullet | What was the rationale | for this kind of murder? | Whose rules | were we obeying? | No one had told us | the details | were these things | in our books and | in our nature? | We printed off | ideas and lived in them | for days | those who wished they were | dear leaders, and those | who had been raised by wolves | Thrown | off the cliff | of the past | some became birds, some | bodies | Either be the storm | or run for shelter, such | are these times | Assassins | of innocence | and innocent | assassins | learn and learn | quickly | and make sure | you are living | purely by the living letters | only of the latest laws

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from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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