For All A Place



My destruction

serves function

no presumption

or consumption.

Time it reaches

and skin creases

still heart pleases

in fixing pieces.

Teach me touch,

give me your cup.

Please lift me up

so I’ll be enough.

I crave a melody,

for a ship out sea

potential tragedy

awaits you to me.

Pick up pieces me,

I try company be

of the truest seen,

even eventuality.

Grip me believe I

these ways survive

destruction subside;

please lend an eye.

Can for a moment

a touch atonement,

in condonement us,

we live to own it.

Twinkle in a cheek

so face to face seek

a heart to be a meek

but proud tall peak.

Rapture me now am

high I upon this dam;

scream to command

the fruit of my land.



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