Calm weekends in June
a warmth you can breathe...

As in dreams as always
so i have no easy borderline...

When feigning composure and normality
y'know the fakeness of oneness that's plague...

I just don't have distance
though similar hair i see...

About the age of things of
me and you i guess...

....thin ice is the tip of
such an iceberg Freud would stammer...

Taken to remote viewing
interrupted by meals on wheels...

I think of it often when walking
the responsibility that lies therein...

Such a gift be the lesser
malformed luckless lonely souls...

I went low
mostly alone and content with things...

And of Horrors
regardless and despite those...

The road is swallowed
at a pace that has no grace...