You were like that sometimes....so many pieces,
mosaic arma'ture: provides little support in a concrete world.
A batik aura,...where all primary colors paint within:themselves.
I always wondered what it would have been:
...to put you back together...a labor of love i imagine...

I watched you cry,..i witnessed your weight.less side..
where nothing is left,.. it scared me in all honesty.
And the way you spoke a salt prayer to any god that would listen,
an opening: of one.self,..i'm not sure you can ever come-back
from something like that.

By sleepy dawn it was standing room only,...i felt so amateur,...
i must have looked - such a 'human'
Think then i realized:..... that's why you belong:
                                             
                                       In so many pieces~

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