Devil in the detail

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Love's best a past tense romance. Remember that.
Any ember fanned expands dreadfully; potential to entrance;

Damned.

A collapse as elegant as ever, scrap the leavening,
enhancing reverie like youth face against a window pane.
Vindicate your instincts. Stay in sync with the cyclic trite-ness.
Her shimmering vibrance. Its guidance reaching at horizons.
(we'll sail to no avail). Such is life, a visceral vice grip.
Siphon substance from the Midas touch to ink wells.
Write a phrase. Scrap it, there's a devil in the details.
Better yet, split the hands webbings with epistles edge,
spread the fingers open, let them peel down the wrist in red.
Never bring her hell until it settles back to embers men.
repeat