Collapsed beautiful, undefined and sharpened, collated in the fatality of eyes; yours. I am slipping underneath your eyelids, dust trapped in kaleidoscope dreams, Our words match, do we? Do we? My joints mix between the blue and greys of your optic landscape, strengthened enough to resurrect sunken ships. Submerge thought. Fallen perfection, put the maps away. Escape. Blink me out.