Trapezoidial Daydream

Shapes I've never seen
Angles
Warped in shadows
As information streams
Past my eyes
Into the sub being;
They'd make my life complete
If it weren't for these things

Songs I cannot sing
Verses that make no sense
Warped from the linguistics
Of economic travesty
Streams past my ears
Into my being;
They'd make my life complete
If it weren't for these things

Fields of forest green
Moving in unison of spring
Warped like a silken screen
Flow elegant
Through my dreams
Past my soul
Into my seeds
I'd plant
If I had a home
Somewhere
Anywhere
Clean
That would make my life complete
If it weren't for these things

I looked into their eyes
Saw all the shapes
That were
Shall come to be
And I screamed
Bathed in scarlet characters
Warped in shadows
Of naivete' and green
Innocence
I wonder if I was among the last to know
Which made my life complete
Because I could not have these things...
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