Incomplete
Blurry
Is the image of your memory
Pieces of polish
Scattered throughout
Subtle hints towards clarity
Like bright stars hidden behind the clouds
If I close my eyes
I can feel your image complete
To place my hands in the murky water
And wade through its lies
Its misdirection
I can feel you hugging the tips of my fingers
Your tangible matter
Holding onto me
Imbuing freedom and direction
To a soul that’s lost all perception
Christopher
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Posey
I can feel you hugging the tips of my fingers/Your tangible matter/Holding onto me ...this whole piece is just beautiful