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I can see through that solid blue

I lift my voice to my lips and taste carefully

I open up carefully

Nothing is to crash against the back of my teeth

Nothing is to crash against my closed lips

I can see through that bound black

I move my eyes to all the sights and look carefully

I watch carefully

Nothing is to stay unseen because of closing lids of blinking eyes

Nothing is to remain unseen because of eyes turned away

I can feel through my skin

I can feel

through my skin

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Sayonara is a harsh word, but not when being said together.

again, for whenever

If it is an evening when the red of roses blushes stronger than before

If it is a night when the rain falls harder than before

If it is a morning when you are greeting the dawn

If it is a day for visiting Houses of Summer

Yawn at the rising sun, the moon is filling up, see it there, a bit to the right, white and pale in the blue sky, as blue as it ever was

For a 'Welcome unto us', I believe that was a thought just shared.

Did it sparkle clearly for you too?

The scent on the air is a promise well kept

I knew this would happen but I was in doubt

The brakes were hit on too fast

Jammed

burned

and you can smell it too, I know that

Air-conditioning takes us away

sweeps us off our feet

Sitting in our tiny seats

This high up I begin to wonder

Why take another step back down?

Why prepare for what I don’t know?

Why trust only that there is trust,

why trust only to trust?

My head was weighed down,

my throat hurts some

what of all the smoke

All the burning

There’s soot on the window,

maybe ash in the air

There’s smoke in the wind,

I try not to breathe.

My teeth creak of all the dust caught between them

Then there were flames

said voice to my heart

is it the snowfall?

is it the grey morning?

is it the rain?

is it the sky angled?

is it the world turning under my feet?

Is it the oceans?

Is it the princess that doesn't sleep?

Is it the roses?

Said voice to my heart

is it the frozen night?

is it the loss?

is it the living?

Wrote hand in my heart

It is the light in your fingertips

It is the life in your hands

Held hand for my hand.

swiftly, silently

as expected

Realization comes along, grabs me by the elbow

I'm pulled away from where I'm going and I try to catch up,

half walking, half running, half laughing, half falling

This is where we're going.

I'm pulled in another way of going

Here is where we're headed

We could braid our hair together

We could align our spines

We could stand taller than each other

We should really get a few steps to lead up to this stage

Let's build the stage to stand on

Let's turn the lights in our direction

Let's build the instrument we want to play

Let's practice the voices we want to hear

Storm strikes in the early morning

The birds now quiet, the earth silent in a breath,

waiting

wait

Wait,

I once beckoned you to wait

I once was unsure of your strength, mistaking what I saw for what was

Let's not wait

Here is where we're going

You won't be up on my wall

I won't wait for another moment

I won't stand tired in my steps

I won't run down, I won't run down that street that craves wrath to burn a fire

Here is where we're going

This is what we are