What shines when the eyes are dull. What folds in when the hinge is gone. The moth is dead without the dust. I'm dead without a fuss. . All I know is you.
A glass. A view. A mirror. Which one. Distracts. Like open windows. In the gusts. . A calm day will come. A calm day will come. . This dream is. This dream is.
Call in the social. Call in the mediation. How else can a shadow. Behind her not follow. . Call on the lonely. A plea for you to befriend her. Makes only you feel better.