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the air is much thinner up there

i know all regards toward romeo and fair juliet. the raw
hatred—between lord montague and lady capulet. i know all
of the stripes slashed across thy back, tied to weeping
willows in fettered flesh. mind’s banished. split. cast silver.
fish. into thistled net.

sanguine. black.

cat’s. crossing paths. I know the bizarre
tor of the triangle—and its hollow bases. of cleated climbs up
on familiar faces. the final plateau. the push. her fall
in the sound of viscous air sealing itself ‘round in protest of
pivotal
mountaintop
views. sealing itself ‘round the scene of i fall
owing for u.