mess
i felt my presence into the silent chaos of his mess,
and the impact on him, in any district that he trod
i felt i am for him, not closer one, but a concept,
as he transplanted all my faults into a beauty ideal
i felt even my dreams more true as any truth i live,
deducted arrogantly, as an ironic irony, (because…)
…because you had the boldness to close your eyes,
blinded by the shimmering darkness of mine and his