WELL WELL

shifting gears.

yawning agape in the blue waves

crash, crash, shifting sincere toward my gaze

you lean, I see you.

you know;

let's go.


tilted toward my frame.

running through the anatole

backstage blinking spirit

like a shutter speed for slow motion

plenty that doesn't fit into frame, plenty of you

you say it's better without the lens.


my dual native for darkness and light

a marriage finding you twice

capture it all, I am with you.


green dress on media row

green roof sliding melting snow

from the house with lungs to now

I still see you at the windowside

my ever blinking child eyes

why wouldn't I fall headlong into your deep?

you said, and I quote,

the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.


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