Our playground

You weren't there -
In cold, shaking streets,
When I was feeling too perplexed
By the audience with words on repeat,
Almost clubbed to death.

In the Eden of our material signs
I knew before I was being watched too closely,
You used to be far away,
However the air of your presence
(The air of order and coldness)

Started boiling within me.

Each molecule of your soul
I'd like to reduplicate
So that I could concetrate
On more of what we could do.


You might know too well
I'd shiver in the coldest woods
To see your side of the truth,
That universal aspect of morality
That we have added to a list
Of our paraphernalia.

Let me turn into you -
A gloomy part of a sandstorm,
Don't promise me your heart,
Just an astrosome,
An automatic skill
To reveal the thrilling names of
Our opponents.

A resonance I'd ask you not to believe in -
Let's have a ride
In the clearest air.

I'll be your guide,
True to our listless, motionless plains
And our future castles.

Don't go past me.

I'll let you have a sip of sunlight
And a gasp of the warmest meadows,
I expect you to protect me as one of your shadows

And memorize each of my steps -
Combined with your ruthlessly daring mind,
Mine will drop a number of its mishaps.