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A Mystery We Engineer To Surprise Us Is Desire

Dare to subtract want? Then The Soulful Stop-Motion of angst

animates idleness, of the hand, releasing a nonexistent arrow––to design, flying in mind,

and hitting future’s moving target that I call,

a flower of my effectuation. I’ve befriended her in adolescence

and never plucked, but today we kick time off a cliff,

so the evening is free-falling

through moment-denotators,

setting off explosions of conversational velocity at my face.

Engage now or ride a cyclical conveyor belt of the present.

Reacting to her voice’s starting pistol;

firing off statements, questions, and answers to my questions;

my words sprint, replying.

Decisiveness drowns in the churning quicksand of happenings before I know I’m inquiring an echo of a girl for what went wrong. To stay alive,

sing a birdsong of acceleration. Silence ourselves, and we stop,

yet when the voice tires and betrays desire,

I mumble, “The nerve, the nerve, the nerve