White Sale
late night linens fall—a sequestered alcove velocity's reminiscent failed report contorts a devastating scale lopsided and pantomiming all retail's a reconstituted jail cell, sale, come sail away once failed replay every quest's a state of malpractice spurned to prey upon light's thread of few today judgement's withdrawn open eyes tis no surprise all warranties have been redacted
Written August 8, 2026. © 2026 AnOublietteofThought.
... A poem within a dream I hope to not revisit.