If all the light in the room
Could pass through me
Would I find you there?
Less questions
More answers
A grand scale
In the difference between
What weighs enough
And what doesn’t weigh
Anything at all
Which knows which me
When is it the other one?
Depending on if you ever want to
You can never not to
So I dug deeper
Asked for the check
My pocket held a piece
Of what was there
From before and what I
Thought for sure could only be
Pellucidly felt compelled and still
Removed to unveil the mask
That held back everything against
A sympathy and meaning to
Manipulate the lines I found
We drew on paper or otherwise
All just so you could love me with
One hand on the wheel
© GÄ
Poétique 