Love shows it’s streams
on parallel planes and lanes
patrolled by all the unbelief
On the unfocused broadways
where sour taste is unforeseen

Let’s think it is just so hard
to undress a soul’s vulnerability
it’s a struggle to give words
and make calculations of the game
in this circus of indifference

Love as we know it on this train
is a complicated compensation
a float of condensed disposition
such a position of surrender
weighted by pleasure and not meaning

Let’s pretend and hang on
to the inclinations of final contemplations
In the sound hesitations of the unseen
for when you indulge me, just forget it!
as your intentions are of lust