time/constructs/fabrication
Smoke filters itself and curves into shadows, disappears existing in multiple years at once believing much more. like opposite mirrors echoing each other into hundreds of dancing feet, illusory perfection closed & wrinkled curtains didn't have time; time had me. try holding down a tree-lined ave. near you. was me. a corner of the party where you were a stranger building alternate universes: the fist-shaped heart knocking on its door again, like clockwork, I miss you, or whatever it wasn't.