Finger On the Pulse

How do I know
I don’t know
How do I feel
More than I show

Tell, Shell
The colors denied me
A red-green dysymetry
Dependency serving you
And me

Last laughs denied
Colors revived
Deep seas contrived
Spotted

And released
Passions deceased
Une femme qui plus rien
Derange

Un amour
Set
A game
Unmatched

So far long
From afield
A fealty
You and me

A higher order
Heart
The last emergent
Art

Lost then found
Then lost again
And then again
The pulse

The finger
The finger on the pulse
The heart on the sleeve
The hat in the hand

Bowing
To universal
Blindness
Willingly

No longer
You and me

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Author: KenshoHomestead

Creatively working toward self-sufficiency on the land.

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