Michael Julius

The Simple Business of Telltale Signs

Breached light. Fluid notions.
Twenty-fold wishes fulfilled.
When the time comes, answer
it with questions, peppered.

While the security here is pretty
Good: All the cameras are quaint.
Getting by, they say in unison.

And nowhere, I mean nowhere
will you wonder while well-wishers
whisper, Now do you see?

Mist in corners. Root systems.
Vertices in adornments. The sound
of pounding. Wholesome calculators.
And fires spreading like butter.

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