Blink
A madona, no emotion.
sceptical of what is seen before me.
revelations,
revolution of wants and desires,
choices,
undivided devotion
a nothingness seen.

Blink
the sky changes color,
the same color as your eyes.
what is in an adgenda is upheld
a consideration of life in terms.
your world not mine.

Blink
each to his own
the world tells its own story,
made up as watercolors, in the mind.
shapes unique to a gender
catalist untendered.

Blink
I am a healer
healing thoughts and emotions
that are drawn in pencil
only to be erased and redrawn
dawn reds, and midnight blues.
Serene and simplistic

Blink
and hear my heart sing,

Blink Blink Blink
and I am gone.

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