I was once floating on my shoulder sleepy
In
Your private polychromatic time while
In
Difference (diagonal contrast blinking subtitles)
Could sing every possible direction of scenery
Maybe lost
In the middle of foreign dreams and creams
Ancient cotton soft and loft
Fuzzy and vivid
As if seconds and minutes were giving birth to hours
Echoes in my left collarbone collapsing like
Fireplace hair
Green plastic bench
Butterfly eyelash
Citron snowflake
Forever fixed in wallpapers and crayons
And postcards of failed delivery
Lying on the pillow
Like sun-kissed nightmares
Remind us of
Neon fingertips with no papercut
Between your color gaps I found
Words that were never underlined in
Your talkative dictionary
Your sleeping pills
Your tongue
Such as confession
Dawn
Silence
Familiarity
Certain investment
A sense of secure security
Aloofness occasionally cherished
And other names blames and games you now cannot even pronounce
Flooding voices and glasses
Until I
See my monochrome shoulder
In
Indifference
