The need to stare through people
is leaving my eyes crossed,
faster than lines on paper.
Left is the desire to scratch
this itch; an exasperating need
to mark one more line.
What sweet intent leads to
discretionary electrical impulse
that grasps the heart tight,
and stonewalls a swallow.
To recall warm beams of light,
with internal engaging delight,
watching nature bend
towards the will of the sun.
A Push
A Pull
Gravity
displaying its omnipresence.
Invisible forces
envelope our globe.
Dancing in little corners,
from time to time,
as if meant to
find a lone soul.
A private affair.
To stare at,
not through.
A normalcy embellished
as a miracle,
made for you.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
The need to stare through people
is leaving my eyes crossed,
faster than lines on paper.
Left is the desire to scratch
this itch; an exasperating need
to mark one more line.
What sweet intent leads to
discretionary electrical impulse
that grasps the heart tight,
and stonewalls a swallow.
To recall warm beams of light,
with internal engaging delight,
watching nature bend
towards the will of the sun.
A Push
A Pull
Gravity
displaying its omnipresence.
Invisible forces
envelope our globe.
Dancing in little corners,
from time to time,
as if meant to
find a lone soul.
A private affair.
To stare at,
not through.
A normalcy embellished
as a miracle,
made for you.
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