• t w e n t y - f o u r • Mecha

From empty,
We are holding close,
to the edges of my mind,
One must wonder,
What resides beyond our periphery

If we could see,
Past this spectral machinery,
What offers of love’s lust would we find,
Are we dangerous worlds of words,
Are we the watercolour painting that stirs,
What museums could we cover
with the inside of our mind.
The inside of our hearts.

The End

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