Melody in a distant voice,
Harmony of the first fakes in winter,
Clock ticks and tocks like a song, I sleep,
I watch her, walk into far without fear,
She, as composed as the notes of a piano.
In contextual space, variables defined,
Static is communication, telepathic codes
Make me worry; I’m I good enough,
To court her back, using instrumentals?
Expand and contract, ideas in my mind.
Love converses with silent distance,
Eyes shut; I see images of mystery road,
Objects lost as subjects, someone said,
“We are bound as far set valleys.”
Do you consent
to what distant says?
M.O.O aka Carswell
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