EPICALYX

When each one shouts 
from their dominion

the plexiglass warps 
and stars between them

This is what you see of
another's reality

a clouded blur or face
plate webbed opaque

Being together transient 
and fleeting at best

solitude forever sealed within 
and taken to the depths of oblivion

A guy shouts "see you later"
from the street


after the echo of his voice fades
up in your mindpartment


You discover another other 
valleys and peaks

of a fruiting reality 
that keys with your own

and others with whom 
you key anguplanarly

and together you file 
against one another

and against the rest of the world
buffing the purest love bullets


that will break the glass
to raise the dead

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