Come close to me, unsettled soft in our lands
Parallaxed anew we shift the changing sands
Astronomically you move us different angles
Your position changes in twists torrid tangles
Feel what becomes in us scenes we live again
Take me in a vantage point turns to us we sin
Here one day gone the next a variegated soul
Lay with me you exposed on a country knole
Our mornings the same room, thought, quiet,
Unearth my wet days of seeing slow to dry it,
Kiss the starry moon on the West of our ways
Hold me in the difference view me in a graze,
I'll take a chance long adumbrations in us call
Turn your laze upon me carry me in your fall.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 7:20 AM UTC
Come close to me, unsettled soft in our lands
Parallaxed anew we shift the changing sands
Astronomically you move us different angles
Your position changes in twists torrid tangles
Feel what becomes in us scenes we live again
Take me in a vantage point turns to us we sin
Here one day gone the next a variegated soul
Lay with me you exposed on a country knole
Our mornings the same room, thought, quiet,
Unearth my wet days of seeing slow to dry it,
Kiss the starry moon on the West of our ways
Hold me in the difference view me in a graze,
I'll take a chance long adumbrations in us call
Turn your laze upon me carry me in your fall.
Have you ever looked at a picture of another in a parallax review or a word you've written, a thought that slides anew, and wondered in your soul how you could have been there, what you saw, what you did, to make that world upon us change so much with the morning in our dew.
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