...cobalt no. 1

You were the right thing, the way you removed me.
Stepping gingerly on the morning of a bleak fresco
I flew to west in tears and silence that used to deaf me
until I hit the corner to plug a speaker - "pronto".

Dreaming of a big tree while the lightening strikes beneath me.
Torn. No/t fantasy. Ill. N/ot dreams. Calming dirts.
Were you the destiny I rejected or is it just always me?
Blowing away shallow vocabs that won't even graze your plaid skirts.

It's empty where you left me.
Blame. No. You weren't even turning a door knob.
Still. I want to interrupt clocks and calendars but they move me
Remotely/ My heart is your cigarette butt with a million head bob

Dreams in a blue sweater with 10 fingers echo through me
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