All they know and feel is encrusted and entranced in these avoidant burials of neighbourly curiosity as regard the imperiled-to-abuse inner child <p align="center">clutching the awning<br> to avoid falling into the nightmare<br> of heteronormativity and its</p> petit mort, petit amor, petit vivre <p align="right">archived in exquisite pains<br> more attuned to horses, chains, or extinction</p> Living as islands in a void with learnt key performance indicators of Leninist sacrifices in a relationship to the Diego defending against the spoilage of freedom bleating Le Internationale as they denigrate feminism we hold the lines and our breaths as they scourge our breasts I want this species to learn that masculinity must end I want us to accept our failure that projection and hubris must cease <p align="center">Fin en scene orderlies of the accountable poets pull cards as they are held lines and fingers snapping cheeks, minds, or both</p> Modernity is measured in caliber and waste; Humanism and literature bulwarks against the cinder-blocked Reliquary abuses that pile up into organized religions Here we are with the seminary of rebellion built from bitten rhymes