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| Samuel Owens |
Love's Space
My lover speaks my name, whispered sonar through objectified space.
Your echoed calls siren off our dream-scape.
Our perceptions cave in.
I see you through the ashy orange amber's of chance and churches.
Throughout love's history, through eternal judgment, a child's eyes turns away fire cries.
A dream-spaced abeyance in sight of bears, and beds.
The eye of Jupiter gazes through the open space, but sees only silenced starlight.
Safe, safe in the light of the diamond's eye, color rich with anonymous skies.
Transcending free-way stop-signs in traffic correcting out of time,
Just you and I.
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