day thirty two
Blurred
As you became Dancing patterns of pixels Three moving dots and a bubble I saw new weird angles and lighting
A chainsawed off A pale, cut-off Imitation of your hesitation.
I needed to be alone Didn't expect an accept- ance with no resistance Why didn't my dance rhyme with yours?
So then I held on much tighter To lightless visions To countless imaginations This lack of vision An absolute lack of direction All with a new revelation.
My dance rhymes with yours now My laughter crackles so loud now Shuffled so it rhymes in the now now Through your tinny speaker And terrible fibers that drive our connection We work that much harder for it now.