I have let these things go
You for example
The center
Gone awry

And all
the carefully orbited
mirrors
reflecting you

their lines of sight
edges of something
we made solid
now bursting

glittering away
bright flashing bits
there gone there gone
gone effortlessly

these questions
we ask ourselves
about why oh why

Some may say:
It is missing something!

Indeed, some have said:
This is incomplete!

Look:

these stones lay
gray with lifelessness
gray as the clouds gathering
over his graphite city

such oddity of geometry
peculiar buildings with
perpendicular lines
raising parallel paradigms

and the unpainted sun
casts awkward shadows
across the gray stones -
empty sidewalks -
devoid of colours
devoid of life
devoid of people

Yes, where are the people?

but to critique my art

The dust expect seeds
life in the old rings of tree
inner child circles

i was searching for the moon
the one you've been staring at
but i ain't waiting for the moonlight
because i'd rather see what's on the other side

With,

nothing left

to give

I went crawling back

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