our
sanctions or boundaries or circumference.
those
tender lies we’re desperate to discover.
our
bodies needing substance or devastation
if
but too close to wheeze. those views mistook
those
values shredded, while it was once our
leading
wish: vacuum passion, eloquent
everything
or so reserved it felt like winning—
those
screams; so sacrilegious or too cultic or
idyllic
by experience: to have known life, to
have
won trophies, to have become the
valedictorian.
our wanderlust souls, or
untrained
souls, kneading memories so far
from
removing Berlin. but elegant or distinct
while
enduring vicariously, born to sin.
