Labordorite Prism

Split
 
Its not that I wish  
or long for you,  
it's the alibi  
I conjure up the lie  
to pacify the  
remaining broke half.  
 
Crumbled
 
You chiseled  
through my walls
slapped me into truth  
just to let me know  
that I am alive.
 
Happy Hypoxia  
 
I sleep within the wind
I fall between the rain
only auric texture I contain  
into your glow I'm pinned.
 
 
Sediment  
 
I remained supine  
to your verdure
Im perennial as a rock  
to your fluidity,
 
let's erode into the  
sands of amor  
to seep and sleep  
durably into the ages.

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