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Vardry Spencer

Purity of Intent

I'm looking in you, seeing you,
but you think I'm looking at you.
So you keep on the mask, hiding
the light from me and you.

My touch goes further than your
flesh, but you think it is casual so
you touch me back carefully, hesitantly.

I speak to you without guile,
but you hear small bullets, so
you duck the whizzzzz and
my words fall on the ground
like broken games.

Drink! Drink from the waters
O friend. They will not harm
you. The mud has long since
settled to the bottom of the
well.