stories (yrs & mine)

the stories we tell ourselves are untrue–
as ourselves are untrue–
they come seeking after themselves
always to find

your hero and mine remaining at odds
with eachother and with the always-
story’s story

which is known in the distance’s distance
shrouded monoliths who never

who might as well be tea leavings
read amongst scattered awful
some deserved future

where the stories we tell ourselves are true
and we are true and it was worth it
and we and it are more than whatever
we and it might be

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