LIGHTHOUSE IN A FEW STAGES
LIGHTHOUSE (UNTITLED)
HAND FOR BRAIN KNUCKLES
HAND FOR BRAIN KNUCKLES Not your day, in perception The sunshine is for sharing Closing the shades of the fingers, for help The mirrors are really others Holding their own pain and intentions Selfie is the pixels, others are the humans Centered in this vastness ironically is not made for one Dust from undefined distances we all are Still the persistence of denying an ear of care knuckles the brain In the midst a soothing soul with hand open Waits for the when will it be there Deemed to be not trusted When expressed in ways others only humiliate As they giggle of lust. A twinkle in the heart and calmness when near Then with look away, lost or just a hand to logic Hand for brain knuckles
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