Greatest Misses

these are the best of the worst of my recent draft of a speech to mark an anniversary:

When the painted lines we use to divide my side of the street from yours wear away underfoot,

when the simple melody we sit and suffer, revise and append, revere...
when the resonance decays and the chords rise up
to force us to the guillotine

When the consequences of ignoring consequence as no mere metonymy pile upon our cracking ribs

when they break

when the paradigm through which we let our separate scriptures sit adjacent breaks...

but we're not scripture, we're sculpture
and we were never adjacent

we're only what we dismiss in each other
when we dismiss each other as the sole misfortune,
as apparition, as the exemption

as such, we are always overfed

-rik