ALCHEMY OF AIR

Posted: April 3, 2014 in Chat
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Feel the wind tug in your clothes, and the fall

urging: buy me, need me, come with me.

Loss of control, as the product placement, pratfall,

of the accessorized soul. It is how abatement –

as grip fails and fingers clutch – is a panicked stillness

before shop window, clothes store… bank statement.

How, like sleight of hand, your bankcards rise

to the top, and below them, nothing…. How it’s all lies.

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