Starting Over

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In real time
First steps are
to recall how one loves

The light the waves
passion for the water
snow falling down
on a sun setting

These are the days
I wish I could express
Somewhere crossed
between blessed
and worst

I met the skyscraper
head on
Found a blimp
To view my nature
Saw a map
And traced my soul

I am etching on the walls
of caves
Shouting my name
Over and over again
little squiggley lines
That Latin lovers hate

Bastard of languages
Barbaric tendencies
I paint you in concrete

I paint me in the corner