I’m tip toe-ing on the eggshells of respect around you.
From the moment you walked through the doors
and I scoped your atmosphere,
I knew that there within you
was a space of integral alignment
because the gases orbiting your radiance
comes up dull.
I see you.
And I’ve heard your words about your advocation
and they sound safe and pretty
but they, to me, are just that.
words. safe, and pretty.
You decorate them so nicely.
I, on the otherhand,
advocate a force of magneticism
that pulls the chemical forces together
I’m just speaking the best way I know how.
This is nothing more than my testimony
that, just as all the others,
goes no further than here.
I just wanted to let you know
that I like how your eggshells crunch under my feet
and oozes between my toes.