if
is a hook
to hang iron dread on
or pull thread unwoven
when
is a window for staring through blank
or keeping dull warmth in
then
is a lie against time's dispassion,
the sparkle of the bright illusion.
so is, so isn't:
if i can -
when i do -
then i will be -
: my empty claims to power
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