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Spectacular
There's a reason you're a virgin shade
Of Crayola blue.
An unending sky -
It's where I hear the angels voices
Escape
In cries..
Rains
Of our choices
Spread out in scatter storms --
Thunder roars
Of Love's rejoices.
I had a poem in my head today.
An impressed memory
Upon a mental crevice..
It was you...
I wanted to run away with it.
Into my soul's cavern
And play with it.
Disassemble
All the loving words
That junctured the two intersections
Into one...
How with punctured tires
We pressed on...
So I did.
And found out,
In the verbage
Of our vernacular,
We're sentenced
To be
Spectacular.
