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this was most coherent in my head
while in the shower. here is why;

there exists a place in my head
where the things are perfect;
there is no separation between
what I think and feel,
and what I see and touch.

my conceived propositions
and formulated emotions
are spotless; true renderings of my intellect.
I see the shapes as they are;
I spin them around and perceive them,
their traits, nooks, and nuances.

there exists a place in my presence
where things are imperfect
in this world before me,
the world I see, there is a separation;
a separation between my conception
and my perception.

what has happened in the space
between my head and mouth?
in that half-cubit divide
the things that are real got blotched;
as if the shapes of my conception
are mended by the imperfections of my maw.

the implications are momentous.

you stand in this place before me,
but you dance in my head;
timid are you in the world,
but carefree you whirl inside me.

and I have this for you;
this formation of my love;
it is perfect, jutting out in the right parts,
and reserved when appropriate;
it floats in my mind,
and I peruse it's beauty.

I want to give it to you;
this love without blemish,
but the world outside is different,
and when it passes through my orifice
it gets destroyed into a mangled wreck,
characterized by my iniquities.

can you ever see my love for you?
can a person see inside their lover's mind?
can something ruined be redeemed?

yes.

maybe not in this world,
but you will see;
until then I will provide glimpses
of this love so true,
fought back by my humanity.

I told you this was most coherent in my head.






(inspired by the girl who inspires me. thesaurus used four times)