Ellipsis…

Again I find myself confined within the syllogism of a sigh,

Their theory ecliptic, a premise of

drowning effervescent

Again, a sigh, and another followed by repetitive ellipsis —

a sigh…a sigh…a sigh…

the soul upon a sigh, expires…

from between the equipotential lines of the labrum

— a sigh, the volume emitted on the pitch of a beloved appellation,

translated innuendo — the veiled

whispers of perdition — with enough letters to spell the epithet

Once again upon a sigh, 21 grams of exhaustive emissions

audible vapors — smoke rings idly

conversing with the selective blind —

custom made

Ellipsoïdale tittles, deleted upon the

abating penalty of an exhale

“…, …, …”< — -, polarizing omissions…read between the lines,

the pith of the unsaid, diurnal interference,

In other words, dot, dot, dot… sigh, again.

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