Original Ideas

And beginning, began
Is there anyone left untold?
Tattered corners, congruent ink
Every piece of every puzzle
Every lie in every truth
Every moment, every beauty
And ending, end

Never one, nor two.

This translucent morning
Levity of being, cracked and floating air
Touch of tongue to teeth
Exploring the marble countenance that is your smile

Waking,
dormant,

cogent, hibernation.

Somewhere between the borders of detachment and
obligation (Connects the dots, reality, escape)
Lies the porcelain head of love.