Prickly
Over, once lacey, denim skies
Prisms catch me
In the symmetry of your eye
The transcendental curve
Isn't going to let me hide
In these waves, so high
We couldn't stifle their collapse
Is there something left to grasp?
Because I'm ripping at the edges
Only sucking up the gaps
I need these loops
To follow through
But Mobius is grinning
And I'm just spinning
Flicking, spitting
Seeking, sick for something new
Or for ripening the brew
The dam stacking itself
Is in the corner of the room
Here I am
Right in front of you
With my cactus feet, clenching teeth
Under roses undisguised
Eyes that scream
Too easily see
All the disconnected lines
I will whisper here
'Till the ink is clear
In the synapse
Between yours and mine
8/4/'21
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