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No mirror to a truth,

I hold out these words

to you, whose laugh devastates

any attempt at closure;

no reason left to believe

that salvation will arrive,

waving glittered blue fans

beneath tumultuous balloons;

no grace exists beneath insult

layered into my bones

with the fine-toothed precision

of jackals cracking jokes;

no hope for some other

to shape itself into me.