I run out from the inside
Following the grey loop
To where he sits me
Bundled string
Knotted over lifetimes
Needing to untangle before the end
Can be found
Tuning in
Unravel the rabble
The white noise
Slowly turns to station
In the 8's
Settled in on an
Orange cloak
Adorned in hard work
And one does not see the point
Of wasting moments
So flicks them unphased
Again the maze winds
Speeding in yellow blues to
The open space, pink and green
Through rain soaked eyes
I see you.
And lifted back to
Steal a little taster
Twice but not as close
To drive away
Then sweet sweet lies
Down
More words escape with nothing
And washed inside by the season
The mirror is the same tone
Too far away.
Torrential it pours but inside the sunshine is solar.
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