expectations

I dreamt of a place where we had no values to derail the conversation.

jenny holzer (1981)
jenny holzer (1981)

as emotional as overhead
nothing so much as an ache
a wanting for tenderness
rejecting structure as destiny

believing too soon – too fast
as familiar as knowing too much
inside returns for counterfeit gains
competition policed through transformation

the early morning air was refined
smelling sweet with pastries and gasoline
a fountain’s song of resistance proportional
to the rush that values order over opposition

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