I imagine
if you died
closing your eyes
you would vow to haunt me
"haunt me everyday"
- I breathe
...if you did not I would feel lost

It is a crazy mystery
one piece here...
one piece there...
do they fit?
What does it mean?
And as I breathe
- so do they all

Like an orchestra
each one
a different special voice

Still sometimes I feel
like a walking disconnected piece

...like the monster brought alive
pieces sewn together
and a borrowed heart
- Stumbling around...

But I feel like saying
"it`s not me"
and pulling apart
to go back to my origin

Then when I`m away
standing on the purest things
the soil beneath my feet
the smell of pine needles...
...golden, like warm fire-flecks
in a black iris

I look to the blues
on the horizon
...I look up and across
Scanning, panning
thru the shades
the colors, the layers
the dark blacks
...the mists
the grey, greens
mauves, pinks,
to the ephemeral crystal airy blues
that release me like a breath

- and I wish you could see through my eyes...

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