how the air tastes is not what the air tastes like

how the air tastes is not what the air tastes like.
my lungs are not deceived.
i live where the grim is gorgeous
and the sun a fiend.Â
where the moon has vendetta
when a grievance would do.
and nowhere am i constant
but i constantly
true.

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