BAGGAGE

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Unladen accoutrements
stashed away in the folds & potholes
pock the buttresses of a proto-being;
those useless are cast à l’ephemeral obsoletion;
fraying in a tympanic lurch.

Silt of a solipsistic maelstrom
comes to a settle in devious design,
while vestigious of the ardent hunt, the chilling gale, the blink.ing.light.
Infringent expressways vein in stealthy bypass towards 
a revelatory credo:
any means to The End.

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