Question the assumed.
Push open the box.
***** lift to the sky,
release of stale air.
New perspective. Fresh.
Reborn, renewed, alive.
The sun after heavy rains.
The final melt in spring.
Human space heater.
Full of warmth, IF
you connect. Press
against your coils.
You labyrinth, I wander.
Meandering the paths,
hoping to reach the centre.
To discover your padlock.
Find the key that fits.
Unlock the matching lock.
Forever bound by the
way in which we fit.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
Question the assumed.
Push open the box.
***** lift to the sky,
release of stale air.
New perspective. Fresh.
Reborn, renewed, alive.
The sun after heavy rains.
The final melt in spring.
Human space heater.
Full of warmth, IF
you connect. Press
against your coils.
You labyrinth, I wander.
Meandering the paths,
hoping to reach the centre.
To discover your padlock.
Find the key that fits.
Unlock the matching lock.
Forever bound by the
way in which we fit.
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