You were an impressionist
and I- too headstrong to concede...

persistently airy,
presently absent...

i promise to draw you a map of your mind,
so that you will never be lost in it again...

it comes like a dream;
if not immediately transcribed...

branching veins,
black pupils...

it all stops.
that’s it...

what could i tell you
about bravery and love...

Waiting,
swimming...

Caught in the chaos of that biological pump.
hollow eyes carry no sense of space or time...

What did you expect?
i am two sides to the same coin...

There's a world inside;
I turned the key and out poured...

My intuition:
a hot knife...