Whim wisp dreams in your eyes
Gathers all,
But see no faces;
Shape shifting shades,
Kaleidoscope bright
Stark sound, screams red,
Rakes rivers of skin
From the inside,
Bouncing through your bones,
Ricochet around the rising panic;
Don't touch, don't touch
All is raw,
Unfiltered,
...........Unstructured,
........................Unamed.
You don't see me;
I see you
And I will reach you,
Someday...
(ii)
A "Magna-Doodle" worn
To destruction, to distraction;
Twinned converging repetition,
Vertical lines carved;
Scrubbed away
Frantically;
Drawn again
...........And again
....................And again.
What is it,
..........What do you draw,
...........................What do you draw?
Then I bend to his eye-line;
I catch the image
Before it is erased
And see...
(iii)
And I see:
His motorway in perspective
Delineated in Street lights,
Stalk telegraph poles
Fading to distance;
Yes, I see.
We share a moment
We share
A moment;
It's the M62.
He smiles
.........He's reached me.
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