Highways are in Knots

I had to go,

as her eyes, under opalescent shadows, urged me to.

 

Their discernment made my truth less true,

bad logic disguised in scintillating butterfly dust.

 

Look at how things are when full,

then look at them after each increment of depletion…

 

They keep insisting that everything’s material

but I keep thinking myself into immaterial heights.

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