i turned my gaze from beyond and back
still i see you
i run the world in peach and black
but could not shake you off
my heart seemed to have been etched
in your image
yet masked and hidden from
the paper and wages
no hills nor plains shall let this flow
no sea nor river shall mud this throw
so long and bye now my sweet tooth
all centuries' gait, covers in soot!
Criss Crossing's Mind Muddles
2012.02.19
