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II.

There's a care in

Seeing the good.

There's reason

To wade through

Sympathy cards.

Resolution of the infinity

Can heal the distance

Love makes.

What is that love

That mileage makes

of suspicion and

Disbelief.

Does anyone ever feel

The feel of another,

To portage the stones

Weighing in the heart.

From an early age

We doubt and question,

How can you love me?

How can you overlook

The me that is me,

I see your faults

Can't you see mine?

The Hallmark tone-age

The Christian psalms

When you can't trust

The ink not to fade,

The foliage to fall,

The fall to crystalize,

Cold blue lights

To melt.

This won't end well.

The beginning neither.

This won't end

But in a series of dreams,

Wakeful and distrubed,

Misaligned by nightmares,

Rustling to the front

Of fitful sleep.

You know its not right

The things that you do,

But you keep on doing them 

Time after Time

Because what else is there 

In this world

Of red, blue, and yellow,

And those the colors combines.