Rolling with hunches...

Subtitled dreams bleeding into restless mornings
into restLESS nights
only creating a need for retention
and
a desire to keep what she wants
and
to glean what she needs
and
to reap what
she has
indeed
never found.
(though the world continues to be blind to factual material.)

maybe she is the fact
and he is everything invented
thus he is the diversion
(or of such she wants the world to convince her)
and though she is full of blatant inadequacies.

she scatters.....splays....tosses
what is left among the regret.
(though the only fault:
love was neither tangible nor definable)
love is only a noun among 10,000 dictions