as though it were a school project
make a timeline
heavy pencil straight across the page
bold glow of star
in molten wax
of advent

the rest a scribbled wander
graphite tornado
urgency
the war against
prose
and its coded
misaligned
treasons

between us
calcifying
garbled aphasia

words a cruel ruler

measure me

an ending

sign my name
so
I get credit

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