Framing thoughts

Into the correct picture

Takes measurement

The eye for quality

A fine discernment

Temptations give way

To reasonable walls

Fears are just like loves

Love is a form of fear

And the sky hands the winter

A letting go for new designs.


Human beings fade in and out

In an electronic land of numbers

Green paint splatters the grass

The producers regulate human madness

As the engineers create with out passion

People laughing at heartless humor

Dressed to impress

Yet the impression fades with the darkness.


Together in the lost art

On the table

Under guidelines

Where calculators

Spin in triangles

Horror by equal measure delivers

Bad breath upon the floor

Recently covered in bone

When was it romantic to be alone

When did we lose ourselves?

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