Ugly
A forlorn identity
for self-defense.
Tightness in the chest,
dimensionless work.
Sleep deprivation at dawn.
Fearing silence,
fearing books,
fearing art.
Lovely
No total darkness,
no purity of light
just a large dusty house of faceted
laughter - even forests given room,
and in the morning there is not perfection.
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