Gentle in implication
As rustling leaves
give way to October stillness
slight
in the way that I feel
you beyond the ephemera
as ephemera
slight
in an emptiness I cannot name and a power I cannot
relinquish
there is a vesper of self that reigns over me
slight
in some inequality of a peculiar type
some deception of a divisive nature
felt with such nuance that I cannot accurately place it
Slight.
So filled with venom
Overcome with such rancor
watching them succumb in a hallucination
they cannot escape
as lightning touching down
a fractal breaking upon their thoughts
in electric impulses
how afraid I can make them
as artillery tearing their safeguards asunder
how present I already am
unnoticed.
slight.
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