the guile of incessance

the truth of what i
can sew is in this grit of
gnaw, the terrible satiation

of rite & mirror & the sun’s
wile roaming my sentences –
where is structure but in

the sentience of form – where is
my truth but in the guile,
the utter guile of incessance.

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