for loving me how i don't deserve

for being there with russet voice

rough sea eyes,

(honey, you're my blue-cheese and honey, honey)

every day you make my day, every second

thanks for being you

thank you for being mine

i look around me, there you are

burning in my view,

samson-pillar, biblesure

can others see you,

like i do,

they ought to

lucky is what i am

again, thank you

every book i read, every page i turn

waiting for me, plotperfect, is you

every book must feel like me too;

goethe is lucky for not knowing

what he missed when he missed

writing about you

there you are when i wake up, get up, shut up

i think of you swaying, sitting in that train, eyes closed

i watch at certain angles and i see me there

behind your light, being loved by you

lucky i don't lack

clicketyclack

all along the clacks and clacks of

our train that has clacks that run on tracks

trains of you and i

like heartbeats of

clicketyclackclicketyclack

yours mine ours

yours mine ours

yoursmineours

oursoursours

click

the zebras pattern of black on white, or white on black implies that what you see is not always what you get. occult knowledge seen and unseen, dimensional shifts, new journeys and worldly endeavours are all aspects of this.

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