Nightlights III

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Embedded in each story A lapsarian distinction An absolute, withholding "were" from "are" A predetermined path from omnipresence to extinction The lines we deftly draw connecting stars Is it so wrong if I can no longer place The features correctly together on my face? I sent away so many ghosts out from my brain These days they do descend in dreams to dance, it seems We might just, could be friends again In thanatotic threadbare A hazy Sunday morning And I can't concеive the circuits in my head Disconnеcted at each molecule, hungover and unforming A mist, I float among my unmade bed But it's only on some shaded degrees That my synapses fire more efficiently But it's only on the sharpest of days I can connect the dots between the things I see And things I mean to say I remain skeptical