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If I never saw you again
i’d recall eternal how your eyes turn from one color to another
depending upon emotion held behind your back so right no-one would ever think
not even a blink of crumpled hand
nails digging in hot palm
quiet latitude
only the shift of spectrum
I wouldn’t give you away
dressing your wounds with metal girders
you took a boat to another land
escaping the predictability of indifference
where as a stranger you could be
anything
a reinvention
not all shipwrecked is affectation
your truth is vast
others may not understand
I see the threaded pulse
quicken at your neck
like a thin hill side river
repenting direction
can no more alter
than hide its dousing transformation
once green then hazel
mysteries only you are capable
of owning