Existence Under Glass

(Edit #2)

Batters up!...

...Your Mind Bank’s gone black...

Batters up!...

There’s a small, hair-line crack...

View what you saw in uh sick

Seizure trance...

...Confiscated moments,

Now seized at a glance...

...An eye-lid, a dead star, a flick

Of the wrist...

Whole lifetimes suspended

Like uh coveted kiss.

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2018

Bunny Villaire