spring kissed the grass
kissed lovers good night
who heard not the poison in spring
fever from ticks in the ground
too many twinkles to count
blinking wishes hung up to dry
would crash us any day
if they'd only try
before earth stops its dance
before i escape this trance
keep your voices low
keep me aglow
light the collapse
observe
nothing in its place
silently exhaled
to nothing we'd go
from nothing we appeared
parallax:
measured by
your
i
distance
from here to there
remains
unknown.
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