“Over the Burn”
Equal fact and equal hint combine into total fiction.
A category may not contain the file.
Pages get tossed like salad over the edge.
Links disrupt a chain, a hole becomes divided into flat surface.
Eyes are locked without connection or promise.
You shake hands for taking both.
By fill, there’s an empty half.
I receive parts out of absence for the whole.
Time remains imaginary according to creative objects.
Points are drawn with a missing report.
Now light fades in rise.
Features burn along questionable definitions.
Opinion is the prevaricator of substance.
Humanity discovers grain by extensions over lust.
Dreams go over my head when I forget about it.
Knowledge comes apart when people stretch in fascination.
So, who makes a clock and lives for the humor?
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