and I am now only now here to wonder about you
tis the fourth
and were not even particularly close at the moment.
Still I care so much still- a world's frill, will & testament, and I believe.
I wonder where we go & from here what we are?
But if you were wondering what we could become besides our wishes-
I envision lasting liesiosins of deep hued purpled passion,
canyons and valleys of sequined tan & silver & granite grey mirage
yellow tool strung throughout, almost as lace delicately placed apparent apertures
blue & green flood the sky not unlike the stone street pebbled in green & blue speckled serenity
And the picture looks okay and modest in some humble beauty-
marked with such intrigued presentation,
you couldn't help but take a second long look.
The red? you say? .....but where is our bold leading man? Who's to say?
We only believe.
But if you must insist, I'll let confide through these words the deep redest red thats seepin' inside.
And I still believe we have yet only painted only in our dreams.
And I wonder why paint when we could record uncoiling, merrily walk, sing slow, dance as we do, read and lead with the words of others, engage in echoes everywhere, lead each other around in laughter, set our hearts closer the flame, picnic in plain places, or skip to the zoo!
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