Ambient intimacies
Ghosts in familiarities.
You never know, though.
You never will.
Understand and understate.
Pile dirt on diamonds,
But not for real.
Never believe that.
Bricks pile for walls,
Chords shape worlds
Broken static for beauty
And any ending you want.
Wants and needs form days
And days form lives
And judgments make seconds
And there you have ambient intimacies.
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