#913764 added June 20, 2017 at 8:13pm Restrictions: None
Perfect Clear
6-20-17
You see language rearranging right in front of you.
It sounds purple and clandestine, like
the castle it came from under your own breath.
Never too puzzled to search; never content to believe.
Every side has changing sides and your job
isn't to alphabetize them, but catalog their
features...like I note yours each night before sleep
takes me over and farther away from you.
Color my eyes with your lungs.
Fill me with danger should I not feel.
Take me to where you see me, so I may
rest upon the tops of your cheeks and be
all my visions animated through your softness.
Turn me into a perfect clear.
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