your eyes are songs
for me to sing when im lonely.
the space in between
affords the awkward neon glow
that shapes the way we stare.
of Their accord, we are the time
of the Terror Bird's crooning
the doors open and shut in perfect syncopation
in time with the slapping of our heels
on the walk leading to the Blue
to our peace
to our exhilaration
together
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