walk right in
…another poem, —
the same you… still,
(with my dreams
looking for you…)
‧
a new day… trying
to corrupt you, it uses
an inverted message, —
(i'm not missing you)
‧
with you loving me,
time conjugates me
at stars' snazzy joy,
validating my alibis
‧
in all your longings,
cabochons' agonies
affects drastically,
my chronic absence
‧
ingenuous moments
walk right in your way,
translating bizarrely, all
you should perceive