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d̶r̶a̶f̶t̶s

do you, too, have
an army of unfinished idols
rhyme, wonders, heat and

caesura — like a princess hiding in a tower
unfurling words to catch one breath / sunlight,
irony and meter and the dark or
wistful / lines break
but she

is never or (simply)
not long enough (yet)
good enough (ever)
to touch
down?