when i fall into a triad, a threesome of unwinding grey
i step out as if all my imaginary friends gave up playing wrist
throwing all the trumps down who is the highest?
two weeks of beauty and I cannot compute such a
strike near the battle cortex, life is splitting losses
not counting the lines of his caution
years have stroked into his mouth
i step out we three wrapped up we three who named yet under one
reconciled profile picture
now sitting together next to him
a triad now a quartet one-as-three and a simple two together
