In the days, When fingers wove like vine, Where across the rooftops walked
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In the days,
When fingers wove like vine,
Where across the rooftops walked
Eyes undiluted by alcohol
The ground slid away, a little sick
From the overdose
of dopamine.
Kept no great secret —
the peacock's fanned-out tail.
Euphoria's tattoo
A comet burned off,
Cast in steel
Routine's reinforced concrete bridge.
And obligations dragged me to the bottom:
Partings, stupid smiles.
The worn-through canvas
Of Instagram pictures.