Envision

Touch lies through the same fingertips I touch clouds with Thought high in the same sky birds soar and square pi topped with the same whip minus the cream of what dreams are made for. Shoe taps from a soft bottom Tick and tack stomps a steel toe In the middle of things we look down on and part of the area that solves the problem Science the stream of what plagues faith Speech the thing of what flames torch Flies irritate the same as dice clank with a head crack Then a mind blank Speaks a blank voice Stubborn memory of a scandalous therapy Remembering tragedy as the false oversees it What I sing for The day that I breathe for Wake up to sympathy That therapy is fed with.