distress in the lower tract
a flaccid lack of inspiration below the belt
the reflex fails to connect
the baseline has shifted
no amount of quantum electro dynamic
string theory or elegant mathematics
can make this reality less plausible
however misguided native instinct does the trick
lets slip the golden ratio
skewing symmetry
and harmony
seeking a mathematical formula for beauty
a solid system of proportions
absolution through self justification
you come closest to yourself
in the raw moments
when the façade slips its skin
and the mask is removed
you don’t need a mirror to know exactly what you look like
this is when you willingly dissolve
into a rainbow puddle of putrescent stardust
comingling with the multitude of other essence
inside outer space
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triangle of fire shadowless reminder of when
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