Everything that separates skin

from bone and dreams from the present,

separates us from them.

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We are bound to each other

by the danger that follows

us intuitive types.

///

Our thoughts are strung

together with the moon

and the rest

///

of the world

with membrane tissue.

The world sleeps

///

while we must dine

on their true

intentions

///

and secret thoughts

until we choke.

It is the danger

///

of us to know

everyone’s soul

but our own.

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It is the skin

that binds us

in our darkness.

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**From Color in the Dark. Get your copy here.**