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You own what is left of the irresponsible asides,
the lunging gossip and the hoary retorts. They
addle your relationship with the greatness of
resignation, the satisfaction of ignorance, the
simple joys of disdain and unspoken tribulations.
You remembered the words, each one, as they
rose up from your unplacid sleep, biting your
morning as it never quite unfolded, the motion of
opening your eyes blended with the hurtling of
every life that surrounds you, the automatic
scream of blandness at hard, upturned buckets of
blindness and plundered rain washing through the
porches and the alleys, threatening spaces between
windows left wide open to boiling sounds of
vanity passing through the screens and moving
airborne through your lustless cascades of unproven
accusations, unsubstantiated rumors and bony
lies that litter your passageways through life,
crippling plain meanings with dull vibrations, the
depressed dishes of consciousness and vitality you
expect to replenish with vitamins you learned about
on the bus and in the public bathroom, overhearing
mashes of conversation among individuals unaware of
each other, unaware of your confluence which
intertwined their unrelated mundane comments into
terroristic conspiracies, medical advice, health tips and
priestly exhortations to mumble 50 rosaries after you
gently close the door to the public toilet stall, reading
profundities in the overlapping entrails of graffiti and
health department directives, hearing the chatter of
strangers as spiritual guidance, lifting you higher than
every unquestioned falsehood of which your fabric is
sewn, those menacing interactions of unlubricated
danger imperiling only your humblest moments of
silence and kinetic solitude, forces encroaching on the
philosophy of perpetratorless vandalism scratching
tuneless waltzes into admixtures of confused conversations,
bluntly stroking the direction of summary judgments and
precisely identical words toward concomitant separation.