the gift in your hand speaks with clear stained skies

look at the world with new meaning

are you the dream running far from the shore?

like exaltation carry ships past a million years of movement

the future half ingested

yearning for a deeper breath

close the frequencies pinned behind the damage

wrap a piece of treachery in every envelope

a sentence half completed

a word locked deep inside

the final view from your eyes

images pace my determination

every sequence out of memory

flash light photography catches a lingering breath

an empty hour inside your head

reverse the substance left on your lips

memorize the forecast in every detail

perspiration evaporating sickness

dust off dreams in the memory ward

you’re the reach for focus without modified lenses

I’m running up the stairs

don’t pretend we face this battle all alone

don’t lock up all instinct

don’t fake direction

don’t manufacture half separations

the gift in your hand speaks with clear stained skies

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