You and I are not dead yet
I think I know it
I know you do. I see you in
the minutiae of the stars
I feel you in the sunset
I hear your call to arms
I mold you into art from nuts and bolts
its all perception
its all the same when you are here
a flicker not the flame
a conflict
you catch my eye
and then you’re gone
you’re inconsistent
you're more than one
in different colors, different shades
your subtleties I can't contain
or ascertain the direction from which they come
Is it left or right, above, below, I don't know
I only know it when you come
when all of you come

all of you

all of you

you are more than one when all of you come

all of you