My spine twitches like a
nervous eye as I observe...
A messy bun that took more than a few tries
to perfect is plopped atop a poet's head while...
Please, don't mind my stare.
There's nothing wrong with how you look...
Metal gears spin round
The machine works night and day...
In my mind, a perfectly versed masterpiece
glowing with optimism, waits for my acceptance...
Calm down
Take a breath...
Let me slough you open and let me see,
what the storm of dust you are made of me...
Your face is unknown to me.
I don't remember the way...
It was the breezy
euphoria, that left...
I gaze and see visions
dancing before my soul...
I get this feeling
and anything can happen...
The criterion is subjective ,
and the mood is subjunctive...