Your lightness and my depth

To numerous hoards of our beloved guests
I might appear as someone shallow.

In order to compensate
For years and months of quiet desperation,

I'd like to negotiate
Both of us of that long and hard obsession
And multidimensionally immense
Interlocutional oppression.

You might think
Of the others as purely material -
They are not.

Can you see a shadow of mine
On a parking lot
Where the others have been flexing with their azure
And gloriously impure experiences?

At the expense of neutrality
We could create a new reality.

A relic of your priceless and graciously gorgeous heart
Could add up to my finest intentions.

In all the distant locations
We'd be a deeply-seated idealized
Sign of intellectual diversity.

Your dreams, which I yet haven't seen,
Have a precaution and enumerate inventions -
So in the highest of the fields
You fuel my creativity...


I see you as a pure source of Joy
In the day of the Nativity,
And I'd let us fly
Further and higher than before....

A squadron of emotional and sensitive drones
We'd place above a land rebuilt.

My heart has to wear a quilt
And I wish your mind would reciprocate
And illuminate all the others.

My depth will include all their fierce fears
And your cardinal virtue of knowledge
Will turn me into a statue
To admiration of
Minorities
Which ruminate in an orderly and slow
Way.