for loving me how i don't deserve
for being there with russet voice
rough sea eyes,
(honey, you're my blue-cheese and honey, honey)
every day you make my day, every second
thanks for being you
thank you for being mine
i look around me, there you are
burning in my view,
samson-pillar, biblesure
can others see you,
like i do,
they ought to
lucky is what i am
again, thank you
every book i read, every page i turn
waiting for me, plotperfect, is you
every book must feel like me too;
goethe is lucky for not knowing
what he missed when he missed
writing about you
there you are when i wake up, get up, shut up
i think of you swaying, sitting in that train, eyes closed
i watch at certain angles and i see me there
behind your light, being loved by you
lucky i don't lack
clicketyclack
all along the clacks and clacks of
our train that has clacks that run on tracks
trains of you and i
like heartbeats of
clicketyclackclicketyclack
yours mine ours
yours mine ours
yoursmineours
oursoursours
click
the zebras pattern of black on white, or white on black implies that what you see is not always what you get. occult knowledge seen and unseen, dimensional shifts, new journeys and worldly endeavours are all aspects of this.
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