I don't believe in Japan
I have no faith in mathematics
Meaning has no purpose
And purpose has no meaning
Without the words you haven't said
The oyster of my trepidation
You've assaulted with the hammer
Now held high above your beautiful head
With a secret of untold magnitude
Hidden within your pearlescent eyes
Scraping at my spine
And robbing me of exhalation
Each time I check my email
What a foolish tapestry you weave
Such a forlorn smirk your picture wears
If I could smell that sweater
And ruffle that ruffled hair
To swim in the tidepool of those four walls
If only side by side in the grand sense
Meant side by side on this small plane
Millenia could be minutes
And whispers could shake mountains
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