I have to tell you my serenity is aching
Please try not to make it go away
Fierce molecules draw together
Are some of them yours?

Paint comes with pre-made filaments
The scorch of which pries open fallow incidentals
Who knew these would become my major fire
Blush if you are listening

Still points hunker and bequeath remaindered
Pyrex glass I look through you
Indented as you are I am indebted
To your confiscation of the mark

If we would join unlike things for eternity
We might carve out a fraction of young tolerance
We mighy flee we might unseam ourselves
As the derogatory billboards shrink to a museum fiche