teardrops of providence,
intricately kissing the glass
with paint upon their lips.
grunts of a god,
bellows heard from below,
counting the seconds
the numen flashes,
if only for a second
to warn others
calculating the distance
neurons and skin,
reflections in water,
and her mind is like a
'twas written whilst the rain poured onto the roof of my conservatory
opposites attract, protons and electrons
affecting the circumference of the situation.
flabbergasted at the flabbergasting science behind
the fact no science or computer will ever scientifically compute this.
i think i’ve met vada.
finding my magnanimous self; selfless,
and lack of self; selfless,
wondering to how to become a better being.
there goes another beat.
i’m stood, beat.
my heart’s beaten, not beating,
and i feel beat
in this competition called life.
but that’s okay
because i think i’m in love with vada.
written last night, when i was thinking of somebody
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