Strange are my ways.
Jutting wickedly
nose beyond jaw,
ears beyond sight
into the freedom that seeps through your soul.
Shaping random perceptions, pouring animosity
into the virgin mould of childlike innocence.
Strange are your ways.
straddling every peak
staggering, blind
following faith
into the million caverns of your all-seeing intellect.
Wielding reactions from cooked-up recipes and swirling teacups,
into conjugal battles wrestled over hungry dinner mats.
Strange were our ways.
swaying wild
false steps
truely fake
into that vast openness that bounds your mind.
Fleeing prayers, soars your restless soul, now
where we once walked together, alone you roam.
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