The fanning thoughts of a lackluster color
On newly papered walls
Skim through
Our current insecurities log book for returns and deliveries
The curtains closed
So no one can look in on our view
Of the streets winding
Through fickle thoughts of isolation
On to how it is to be in the crowd
Impatiently waiting
For sugar swirled milk brown social lubricator
Down the yellow blur crossing guard stations
The tender heart pitter pats
Proving veins still run the course
Behind muscles mass equations
This is jubilation
So look fast to birds chirp and laugh
Defying electric paths
On single stranded wire
Admire
Simple beauty in the lost long walk
It's twelve steps and then twelve more
Light shines and refracts
In the shaped glass
Of a simple red blue
Shifting rainbow's optical illusion
Cris-crossed the cold wet grass
Beneath covered feet
No feeling
'Til it soaks in
To wool cotton combinations
Further down and haunted
By the smooth crackling sound
Of a new blue
The sky crawls in
Speaks slow
Soft
Whispers to hidden ear
Wispy hair
The breeze speaks in lies
Picking up on your love of sparkling eyes
Determined smiles
It's just easy in a hard way
Walk slow to slipping shore
Crawl deep and breathe in
It's the salty fate
Of the potato crisp diet's weight
Removal
Sans trans fat revolutionary
Breathe deep
This world is scary in a beautiful way
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