Good Night Chuck
Sharp black eyes, quick hands
Taut spring
Fueled.
Instinct drawn into your fingers, voice, and loins
Currented through me
Shes;
Us.
Electric black center
Bolt of colour; careless focus - or a zen cut
Tears - or laughter
Rainbow splayed tannery
Many costumes cut through the years
Until
No color left
Fabric tattered and diffused into emptiness
May you rest now,
Peace
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