I see patterns heavy,
I see patterns light.
I see the circumference
Of warm, summer nights.
Of dialogues listened.
And shows, all but seen.
I see such collections,
Of coincidenced things.
I feel all the passings.
The futures of taste.
We'll dance in full patterns.
My hands on your waist.
We circle the knowing
And outskirt the norm.
We cling to an Earthwhile,
In gravity warms.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 7:20 PM UTC
I see patterns heavy,
I see patterns light.
I see the circumference
Of warm, summer nights.
Of dialogues listened.
And shows, all but seen.
I see such collections,
Of coincidenced things.
I feel all the passings.
The futures of taste.
We'll dance in full patterns.
My hands on your waist.
We circle the knowing
And outskirt the norm.
We cling to an Earthwhile,
In gravity warms.
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