Perception
State of perception placates
sun or moon
incubi or mindful art
dreamlike lays or lucidity
a place of rest where we are restless
turning in and tuning out
body's give but souls still shout
exuberantly in the echo chamber of the heart
arrows bent and often missed
butterflies all about
the clouds have the questions
captioned with quips
tied up and whipped
the cream always rises
it's on top
I skim the milky waters
you dipped in innocence
(k)not undone
I the moon/you the sun
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