I am lewd, in a blink in my ‘true mind,’ stinting
claimant of photogenic vitamins to embellish the bleeding
but not completely, lacking historic truth tho settling in —
in a way — in a rain and raincoat of moods.

Warm-bodied, visually queuing up. It’s him or them.

So you get it now, assigning de facto completion thru real, cathartic gunk
is no yes vending graft about dualism —
send in the marines with hand and finger gestures to boot
and never complete, never shaken how they prolong dulling pleasure
but at higher altitudes.