Couterpoem for a friend

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We don't bedizen time and space
But stride apart, dissolve, erase.
Effaced negation's fashion drawn
Not overlooked, what's undergone.
The pseudo-smiles caked in chrome--
He drives me there, but never home.
We're caffeinated drunks without
The strength of will to seek us out.
Proximity may lie outright;
Unbalance sleeps with him at night.
And never strength within I meet
To tie it tight. Rings incomplete.
We choose amiss, and miss select
What's wrong is right. The void correct.
So soft, so near the shell he speaks--
We're measured now, in days and weeks.

I hide beneath this dark marquis:
He sets the bait, but not for me.

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