B.Y.O. Exclusion
She brought her own beer to the dinner
party and soon directed her
conversation to the known couple
arranged at an angle to the other pair
at the table, which, square, should
have been miles long, and a rectangle
receding into range of non-existence,
so she could quaff her private brew
in the company of the favored two
like a prized vintage among the swill,
with whom she wanted her guts to spill.
The Inalienable
No light lurks in this half-moon
of hill, so safe from the seekings
of any eye keen to expose soft
mystery for its private profit—
best to keep swathes of secrecy
so—no need to denude the sleeping
under the sable, deft default
at this hour-arc on the globe,
security in the hidden-kept
lost under so much ill-umination,
for found is at times a taken
from the unseen with right to keep.
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