That stare so deeply into you,
Projecting my thoughts into the wrong frame,
Making everything unstable.
The wobbling of the rotations throws me off;
And I leap into the ideas of grandeur.
You stare, stare, unable to respond
To foreign ideas put into your mouth,
As you chew this newly formed cud.
Unable to dispel what isn’t yours, what isn’t mine,
Nascent cognition forced into being by our proximity.
We can’t push it out of our minds;
Once unleashed, it ricochets between us.
The wounds created will fester or heal,
Fate possessed by the entry angle, the withdraw.
Until we can no longer stand independently.
No comments:
Post a Comment