If This Is Real…How Come We’re So Experienced?

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What provokes uncertainty?
The onset of scattered neuronal pathways,
Dissembled by uppers-
Wrought from the Devil’s dandruff? Hold the pause,
I notice the hesitation
To trust the sealant smooch
That promises affection. The aura of doubt
Lingers like a lost adolescent
Discerning if they should trust a stranger
To find their ancestors. I’ve existed, barely.
I’ve tasted salt & sugar
From the same loving fare,
Licked the remnants of failure
From the roof of my mouth
As I choked on the scarps.

Dammit. Our table requires flowers
Not garnish,
Drooling lips
Not dried cherries,
Boisterous laughter
Not punchlines stuttered.

If we’re killing time
It’s accidental,
Like confusing blood
For lipstick,
Or pain for love. Trust
That the sun will rise
And I’ll be there
To admire yr shadow.

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