thinly sliced

they’re in the hemisphere

i’m in the atmosphere

they’re clouds of confusion

obfuscate and veneer

 

leaves me as one

who seeks only love

but isn’t love a sort of

if everything they dispose of

 

leaves only the part

you play as the horse

before the cart

 

you circle and storm

wish to be reborn

find no one to share

the you you’ve stripped bare

 

so you sit in your chair

puppet on a string

bringing or brought

you leave everything

 

like words on a page

conversation in a glass

you want to be loved

but their caste system has cast

you down in your shoes

world turning blue

as people starve for a clue

but don’t even know they are hungry

 

you sit on a bench

crowds hustle by

plankton in the sea

while you’re a god in the sky

 

yet just one prayer

one upward glance

and i become a mere mortal

in love with romance

 

because whatever love is

is what you define

and your definition

definitely becomes mine

 

and yet i’m alone here

high as a kite

and when we’re together

i’ll leave off the light

that illuminates my mind

because wanting to be loved

is paramount

then finding someone i could love

 

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