SENTENCE GIFT

sentence gift

she couldn’t say exactly how it made her feel, but she hadn’t seen that

colour for over ten years, desiccated reason, for what not, she knew it had

to hold out somehow. Am I wearing colour or the absence of, a shockwave of 

vibration somewhere, tourmaline and crystalline dividend, that creature of

saying something because i want to please you…..colour!…..colour…

..

its all the same thing, god is after all merely a saucier’.

I hear what you see, sight what you

 touch, feel what you smell,

behold you in lust

I frustrate but the colours don’t change, i setback but realisation

always takes the stage, i dream on the spectrum that just is,

and then go inside to have it somehow else, music, embracing,

your voice what not, can we confirm

your pseudo “colour blindness” as the beneficial factor in causing

your PARTICULAR sight.

                                no, you’re not even from here, again

                                they fool me.

your rules do not apply to those of this particular fractal and

you wonder why i struggled to keep you

stepping in bounces, or

perhaps i too am applicable to that code

of voice i so particularly want to seek.

the breastplates fit.

NTF082001