One lie, never leveled,

Lines nullified, blurred.

In one world with one mind

and of two minds with ten letters

when the only person you can

stand is the one inside yourself.

Not (of course) that person we all see

just the one you see

the one with whom you are content.

Singularity emboldened

with curves inside the fine-print.

Its ribbed edges can't survive under the

ridges of my fingerprint, my white background's utter flatness.

Lonely, sent away to snow without reflection,

ice without slipperiness,

life without substance.

Hollowness like the tree's empty trunk

with acorns ricocheting inside with a storm.

Oh, goodness, raw tenderness,

rubbed red eyes filled with

more words than diamond prisms.

Lonely tear, LoneLeNest

with just one egg.

In a dictionary

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