G[UI]lt

Little does it 

matter, the

matter of our brains;

for the UI of our souls

and [w]holes

does interfere

with pleasures,

and treasured 

mo-

me[a]nts, unretrieved,

never believed nor

taken on any 

kind of faith; never

given in nor

up.

And how curiously 

it is you see

the He in the big

black sky of wry

uncertainty, as wiser

and better and

more trusting of lies

than the beds we

ever did make for

each

other.

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