Square Eyed.

In no shorter terms should you
understand the passion of
my pleas, please

do not concern yourself with this
inhabitable home,
spun out of stolen postal gold.

It is yours, it is yours alone.
Do not concern yourself with him;
he does not exist

no matter what I say upon the topic.
Now, my dear, there is a chair
to sit out of reality on

and watch watch watch the impression
view of humanity, of drama.
Oh, phosphoric tube!

It glows more than your eyes
in my hints, my clauses.
Such frustration I foresee.

Do not worry yourself, time
may bring you to me, or not,
not again not again.

I should not want to make you
love love love someone you did not
and that I stand by more than

my own feelings.