The almost or presque of between things

Aristaticostle 

 it holds me to a different plain and I don't move       that which way I want to to be the good I should be   and to avoid the veering and stay the middle ground

  What is the middle ground and golden mean

   I listen to the super super charged citats 

Constanticinipple 

 where the Turkish ladies dance and entice the  change of the name is more than a lexicon issue. 

  Names mean more when changed

the built-up energy preserved

in history, heritage

inherited shame

the echoes of warmongering

captivity

Statictician 

 I draw my conclusions from the space in-between action reaction inaction fraction fraction fraction 

 Disstaticfashion 

  with the thread I pulled from your lacy underwear  to reveal the beauty between the two parts the middle is the of the extremes of your left and right thighs. 

   The staticecretion laceration that covers and coatstatic

Disastaticer 

 when my mind fails to coalesce with my heart and loins or just a lie

  Distatico 

 when the strobes flash and the mirror all spins as the four four bass rumblestatic

Distaticilled 

 right down to the crutch of all that matters in those spaces between the precipice and presque before something anything happenstatic

  Statixexual we feel so alive in the hush, the lush feel of silken skin and ropes of flesh and liquidistaticed passion.

   Sick sick sick sick by ceremony on ceremony burns through my head my ears bleeding as my dad lies buried under soil and detritus and sick sick sick statick statick makes me queasy uneasy and staticexy 

     Submistaticsion 

      has me kneel between the dopamine as I hunt for the good the bad the energy to thrive and survive and stop literally drowning and staticuffocating in wretchedness. 

        Stretched to the absolute 

The absolute 

Nth 

fucking 

degree 

        As my statickin 

      plagues me and I need to statocratch it and make the invisible itch shake 

     Kill the meat tender pillage the greed of my want 

    Decide to stay and not staticuicide 

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Then lucidity hits and the instaticanity diminishes 

And I breathe in 

        And zen 

just becomes me 

And the wells 

        On my heart 

The holes in my cosigned constaticience feel complete

                For

                     Now

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