how the light tumbles from your fingertips,
blurring the lines of reality which keep us
enclosed,
hiding our past
and assaulting us with words in each quickening step you take.

And even as the pace speeds,
My body stays behind with the green of eden,
moderating the cold moon with
the blaze of my fingers,
capturing the blue rays in the palm of my hand.

i sway with the breeze,
moving to the metronome instigated by your
true thoughts
whose beats are in step with you and I,
guided by the soft,
indestructible facets of a many faced person,
whose emotions lead them further to everywhere
they don’t want to be.

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a/n: okay yea? no. i dont know. i could make sense out of this jumble of words but im too lazy. oops