you said about home / the paper was
peeled / like a clementine I cudn’t put right
the past written down. It sounded
pause-able but no, (your love) is a plunge pool that I
can’t love. A plunge pool and I
pot the white
in my heart. Objects may be closer
than they appear.
I know, know fool me -
a poker bluff in a ski mask but
My eyes lost contact when
the camera refused / to be
eye for an I, it left (me (out (of
Don't wasta page, see!
Call me summit I'm don't and eye
won't stand / I'll
Words are everything and nought in,
juss speakin' in diff-a-rant ways because
'istory and pride.
Will eyes love winta again?
Freezing is over they said,
com pain non ship broken they said - I
feel nothing… So how can
I feel love.
Tell me Keats new summit.