Colors of morning confuse what earth really looks like
shadows reverse and emanate from the pores of objects on the lawn
there are hidden answers to all of our questions
the ones that make childhood seem far away
breathing marks the time that kills us
a metronome heard by lovers
blue eyes were supposed to have meant well
clarity obscuring how deep pain could really reach
there will be a layer of flesh between you and the other always
though, just as leaves touch the earth we rot, we are nondual
this flesh will gather fat
which marks not years but family dinners where you cried in the bathroom
corners sharpen your cunning
or is that age the one that suffocates
your parents have deceived you
you didn't need them
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