Distance blurs the lines
We stumble for a memory
Start questioning integrity
Retreat to the harbinger of feeling
Now there’s time for fluffing pillows, polishing shoes
A varnish of awareness hints at diversion
Hands grip, feet shuffle so nothing prompts a treason
No laws are broken
But shiny furniture won’t fuel the need to change
Your mouth whispers to my tongue
The approach conforms
The principality of nothing wrong
Distance blows a fading bugle
Deeper down the wishing well
The fats of thought dissolve
Dislodging lumps of due cause
Can I even say ‘you’
And justify the limping pain anymore?
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