Letter to my own refractions

I asked myself once

how I viewed this world,

that presence sometimes deafening 

sun perched and simpering on my shoulder

and in that ease and eve of the balconies where you left me

where you went to eavesdrop on some magnolia breeze 

my thoughts still breached on inner fractions

I staggered to my feet

wondering

trying to offer some understanding 

trying to give my brush to a canon's palette 

and then as if 

that wasn't quite enough

for a man's last treat

searching from sin to sun 

I dared to promise for love

and a billion other subtle things 

But they never really scorched you 

never quite the same

but then who the hell was I

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[Ken Simm.]

The sadness here is tangible. Even to the wry smile.

[Perdition]

Well… it’s littered with open conversation ’tween personality and each one’s dimensional truth so at least they’re talking… lol . Thanks Ken! In mountains till Monday but will try to return favor before. Appreciated!!