I left a wreck
My missing mistress
What happened next?
My total role unwrapped
And plastered on plastic
I recall but not
All
She was waxing fast
Polishing the past
We’d come but,
No,
We’d gone and then
The hose
And the signs behind
Nearer, clearer?
No,
Our time was ticking
Taking place…
No,
We fled, reeling
Trading places
Wiping traces
What did?
Was?
She waxed so fast
But
The future?
Fields of sutures
My missing mistress is
All I recall, doing her
Duty
Bent, fecund and fruity
And then she blew or
Did I?
A fuse?
Or a ruse of Time…?
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