She's always misplacing. Feeling for new incongrunces I try to be pragmatic, & feel for her supple fingers. These are the parameters of an injured human being. A prosaic heart, A tenuous mind. I have fallen into the pit of her idiosyncrasies. A man on a mission seeking to breathe & expand my spirit into her lungs. Her nature corrupts my own, And like a troglodyte, I disperse my emotions into a prism. A prism that is now full of turmoil & suspicion. Oh wonderful, wonderful you..