Causal Lie Poem by Milan Baro

Elope with me
So I know you are mine

How selfish to want a sensation which is new

Time counted
Like still And solid matters;
Should energy become will
Would it ever mean as much?
Just like us? Dear
Or cost so little?

If you were not so unreal

Would I even make this mistake?

Focused on patterns
Where colour escapes
Make up spaces shared
Built to inhabit
By other conscious habit
There is a runaway feeling
Un the cheeks of Evert mullen
Some sight are new for US souls
Buried deep within may it be tours

Unseen when being fled
Now settled growth beyond form
Of phsical shape
Or just recapitulated without boundries

Is this the right road to take?

So we now know
All that we had wanted ton communicate
Un this it is a chance for survival