gingerbread
endless hours, stacked atop eachother: a fortress built on hopes
                                                                             on fears of you....
so huddled in the shade of that same tree, surrounded by that same litter
                                                                 swimming in that fluctuating din
    and discussing your mysteries with phantoms of the air.
since no one else could hear me ponder
         no one else dared dance with the wily intrusions of that demigod i built of you,
i'll let fantastical assumptions tango backwards
with the etchings
                           no photo could ever impress on a mind

you have to see the way i see
to be the man i made of you.

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