UNTITLED

Everything went dark

The screen eclipsed

I felt for your hand

I couldn’t resist

 

Your mouth restrains me

Your tone is harsh

I withstand your judgement

I stand apart

 

These years don’t matter

When you strike that pose

The distance we travel

Leaves us alone

 

Solitude in the afternoon

The sky wakes up

I wish I could be there

In a slim neat cup

 

I’m going toward something

The wind at my back

I’ll get somewhere one day

Beyond the pins and the rack

 

If this means something

If this makes some sense

You‘re in the middle

Of this whole bloody mess

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