the tight lipped fever found her way again. with one embrace a rapid pulse could give it away. she'll move on to where we must have been milleniums ahead of comprehending
syhnchronized time collapsing

and she'll move on ... with foreheads numb we move to feel ... and set the clocks aside we move to synchronize in stares, in start and pause..

oh my god we were not intended for this tight lipped fever that found her way again. tongues explode in our archaic demise.

time forgave everything within her to discover disguise a convenient lapse of a memory.