It is your choice of words,
With images that slide onto my mind,
Like barbeque covers,
Keeping it clean and extending its life,
Making me think and search,
Easily starting to dig new paths to,
Potential hiding under untouched earth,
So that I can share my images, too,
Once I've emerged to light,
Eyes stinging, adjusting and now seeing,
How we all can unite.
So talk to me,
And I will listen, nay,
I'll live in your world using my own brain,
And maybe I'll fin'lly find my own way.
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