Focus.

Linear
equations.

Quadratic
functions.

Pythagorean
theorems.

Sunshine sacrificed for
symmetry.
Daylight dropped for
diameter.

Windows that confine.
Tease.
It's the way yearning clouds hug lonely
trees.

It's how the sun
graces
all with
perfect, gentle hands.

The passion behind these
eyes
are hungry for
escape.

Focus.

I was never
interested

in finding the
annotation.

The definition of
dreaming

isn't the words that
create

an exact
meaning

its the feeling of
honesty

that is
embodied

upon the
awakening

of something entirely, truly, and purely
you

Its something about that
crack
 
of the morning 
solitude
 
Becoming one alongside the 
energy
 
conveyed upon every full, comforting gust of 
wind
 
with every frigid grain of sand
collected
 
in the burrows between your 
toes
 
How the proverbial crash and sizzle out of an alkaline 
wave
 
can intimately caress ones depth of
recollection
 
so swift and flirtatious, 
passionate.
 
Reflecting the honest 
actuality
 
Honorable substandard grotesque
indifferent
 
Reminding us that we can 
procure
 
tranquility within
pandemonium
 
perfection in chaos and
inadequacy 
 
an erie absence of inorganic
resonance
 
in an alone, but not lonely repose,
comfort
 
pending that
crack
 
of the morning
solitude.