Friday, March 20, 2015

(XXII) My Sky, Your Sky

Your sky, my sky
His hand in yours in mine
Connective tissues
Infinitely unified

Round in circles
Too many times
Humans go blind

Disenthralled hands
The way circles bend
Into lines 
Back and forth we pace
A million times

This is what happens
When clouds collide;
Hidden and
Fragmented skies

Yours seperate from mine

Imprisoned and blind
All seems to be
An illusion if the mind

Still under
The same sky
Yours and mine

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