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you hid in chalk
I once observed the world over our dimension
Through a glass box.
It appeared as a soiled sidewalk revitalized
But only with chalk.
Lovers, and liars
And belief made of folk.
This painted realism
viewed through smoke
we named “life” Is quite the enigma
In my conscious is left to soak
If love is a chemical
Its withdraw in hand with ghostly absence
In entirety commences my airway to choke
Let my soul go
Ive never needed much gravity
I wish it would cease to take hold
When I give way of all flesh
Perish
When the physical I leave the need to posses
This case will not belong to the earth
That reality is only a daydream
Where temporarily our beings take hearth
They say we were meant to be brought there in pairs
When the puzzle pieces don’t fit
Alone we are left
To reminisce what was before felt
Echoes true to a curse
Although through an elevated perception
Reality adorned my understanding
Vision forever altered
Spirits resting near set whispers upon the wind for my heart to hear
The message I heard was simply one verse
I carry it with me after all
“It could have been worse”
But do you know I saw your face
Appearing vivid that chalk
In this cloak of chalk appearing to hide this dilapidated sidewalk
What this illusiondid not reveal
Underlying with dirt and rot was your true self
Where our vision dares not wander or walk
It rained and poured
When I saw past that face
Stripped of cover and vain
What I saw I once loved struck me with shock and pain.
I leave it with one last verse. After all
“It could have been worse”
