digital observations
remember the time the bends controlled
the way we thought and all was blocked
by bricks of silence we accidentially threw
around oblivious.
broken punctuation managed to hold
our sentences from us whatever
we actaully wanted to say
could it be it was all wrong
oh yes it could
all later shame and sorry
even then though through the momentary fires
things came around differently
you almost broke part of my face
symbolic but still
things don’t matter anymore
we overcame
futile digital observations
resoveld in a reality
became content
lucky me
lucky you
finally making good
thinking now
things will remain good
observe
they will.
(23+35)
you know you are wrong
as you turn around and walk
into the faint light of dawn
transpart ’til the touch
reminds you that it’s real
the mess behind you
but now it’s behind you
and fading away you smile.
lisra's broken mirror 