_{1. They Will Find You}

They will find your house. [your street is programmed to their minds] They will find the silvered treasures kept in simulated secrecy behind your vanity. They will find the moonbeams tucked gently beneath your pillowcase and the monogamous magic slipped inside your closet.

They will find your whispers even though they are as incoherent as your thoughts. And they will find the second-hand smiles you inconspicuously display.

And they will find you - amoung a sputter-and-flicker of
broken words,
        broken lights,
                 broken hearts.

_{2. They Will Medicate You}

They will hand you pills [do not consume without first consulting your unconcsious conscience.]

They bestow on you
      capsules stuffed with antidotes,
      placebo-ed drugs to beguile your intellect,
      corrective tablets, defective lozenges,
      and cathartic sedatives
to remedy all your fictitious aliments.

_{3. They Will Have Everything You Need}

They have green eyes, summer grass eyes, emerald city eyes.
They have posture, poise, and possession
        [possessive hands and poised spines, too]
They have your poetic lines,
and words,
and lips.

They have strong-willed, sunny thunderstorms that bend down and bay unto your fallen arms and falling faults.
They have your dreams, all those nights kept up by nightmares.