I feel as though

I am viewing the world

through a poor staid crystal

which at the moment

blocks out every frequency I can utter.

A block in my mind,

and I feel like you may feel

like I’m being corny

if I tell you I miss you again,

but I cannot think of any way to say it differently.

What is your favorite kind of flower. 

I will draw you a picture of it with my kindergarden skills,

and fold it flat as a frog flattened lily.

So stray not from the heights,

for I will enfold you with the stars.

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