i wander the frontier
with a flashlight and a gun
seeking out reflections
my own to murder
on the same wet vine that murders me
i fashion a noose of desire
and place it three feet before your face
i decorate it in power
i saturate it in greed
you grope for it
but it moves away
into a pit with no bottom
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