v.
from start to chain to end
i chased his tail and he chased mine
in the dojo of uncle code
who stained the owl cheery red
cherry marinated in cock
tails drunk that hollows out symbols
in the breeze by the pool in a penthouse
while gourmet chortling at
the live footage of bare fists
breaking a bulls horn,
killing it
only fists
looking at their fading hands
ornate vines
like venetian filigree
caught a running man
like a knot of twine spun
lifted from the ground in embrace
untangled in a heap a moment
of finding footing in new direction
a hesitation
dirty souls
shoes heavy
dirty lungs
mind heavy
he stares into the horizon
she points at the crooked tail
are they parallel?
horison sinks and deforms
parallel ? twin steps head for the edge
of perception
with a Question
of between
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