apostrophe

If night and lies hang us
upon daze of paradoxes

ire inexplicable
wound with rope to expected form

debriefing Is a trap of
noise opened for a reason and
shut rightly

why-nots wrestling against the blues
another angle lining no

out of case or synaptic rifts
without you There just one

eye oiled in dreams
wrist raising the case beyond

firing Go at reason’s prison
Peek in the well before blues

and cell's impromptu hinge
with you here,

hurling open
delete whys

hope forth