the inter comes
spiders pack up
mothers who walk
and stand for
confrontation hide
the knives and needles
and the bag man
no names, connection
or discomfort
control distorted and
filled with lore and liars
like my stories
we glow in the dark
lead it to shadows
and dirt
infidelity, inept
put the collar on
captain happen
before these planets
start again.
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