If this is called inclusion
Count me out
Love absorbs an order of the cops
Patrolling their reward
In paradise purportedly
Where a billion affects have failed
There is a feeling
Of freshness for you in me
Absorbed like a dream of losing you
Or being left behind
In the messaging of our waking dream
Affection absorbs a structure
Invisibly touched, patrolling its reward
If hell is friendship where a billion
“likes” have failed
What failed regard won’t make us lose?
Coerced purposively in a perceived
Paradise to the point that I could feel
Anything, this body, I could feel,
Me in you
Absorbed like a dream of losing you
Lost in a messaging I am senseless to
The sun, like a blind-spot in reflexivity
If this is exclusion count me in
Call me your remnant patrolling
Its little reward
Redemption of the world called us
With the words struck through.
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