I tried to lift you
up as a whole but you fight
a drag         the end 

Modern horizons
al movement without moving 
a note to standing

I have walked there
not in time but reflecting
I feel their handshake 

Walk where the surge breaks 
let the storm be around you
your wet sunglasses 

A conversation
seen in the form and its parts
a visual sound

I am collecting 
fences out of their focus
and not for that long

The colors around 
I bath in them for you to
till colder water

The corner appears 
I feel it touching the walls
but I don't see it

A measuring eye
so I stand in front of you
looking the same way