The switch flipped on
air clings to my face,
my finger rises above you.
Enlightenment molds on my lips
shaken by your naive expressions,
your eyes are covered with silk.
Ear suctioned to the wall,
words jumping off right before the bridge -
you look at the dot in the middle,
the picture never forms.
Fluttering jigsaw to the floor with
books leaning against a plastic ball,
you brought the wrong key.
Hair gains space to grow.
Thank you for finally seeing
my way is inevitably right,
you should be very still.
Obviously.
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