mustn’t trade souls
for I do not what is foreign.
just for a small time!–
will let us see this world in a new light from a different life.
I see how the sunlight swallows the shadows
to make this old city something golden,
but only from your eyes.
from mine you tell me you see lots of purple shapes,
blue people, yellow skies, black boxes hovering over hearts.
colorful, but ultimately confused,
perpetually lost in the woven fabrics of an elastic world.
perhaps, we should wait a minute and see if you love my eyes more,
and I yours.