To LARDO and Lola

you know
your knees
are not the
weakest part.
your star
is not the greatest art
but you’ve built
a gallery in most part
to close the funeral door
and allow the living live.

you enter
into yourself
and exit
a penumbra.
too much magic
obscures reality.
too much you is dew
and you, my dear
are one type of madness
the world needs

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