Me – the rudiments (dropped to Earth)
falling into decay in all-white
wearing brown.
They said and we use the model
to follow ourselves.
We are guilty of our Fresh Souls
both you and me
they grew up in the beautiful world,
sullied by fake people,
too naive weakness,
too strong love
and the world blissful like a handful of fern
me and you
we have been and we have created
the future
captivated? Too happy
to forget
to love each other.

Fallen out with each other’s...reflection

Kitty!
Warm loneliness
cold death