Pyramid man

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You shouldered your denial, like tumbling pyramids—

Hieroglyphics untamed, unnamed, and unknown—

And our shoeprints danced arguments across the boards,

Leaving frustrated scuffs, like permanent shadows

Of any other name than Trust.

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Maimed me with an undisturbed indecency

Hypocritical perfectionist with butter-felt nails

While you slept with Betrayal—under satin sheets,

Beneath fly-infested streetlamps—I ran from the torrents,

The thundering drums of departure.

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It screeched by with a penetrating lack of industrial pride—

My train, my getaway of rusting metal and bells.

Brakes failed to heed my ticket, wrinkled and crunched

Within my hang-nailed fingers, un-ordinarily dry,

Yet hungry for something to break between their knuckles.

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Now,

With this unasked-for whistle—a piercing, callow sound,

Hollowing forgotten tree-stumps and miserable planets—

The fundamental clash of Wave upon Beach

Is reincarnate: superbly reduced and diminished

Despite its premature beauty.

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You accused me of my Truth, a sauntering,blue fellow,

Who wears cologne as a jacket and a hat as his umbrella—

It keeps me fromGod's rain, he says, and he winks

One desolate eye at me, as though all my naïve notions

Of thirty-year-old widow-love have finally been born.

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