the Reach

What do I know? :

Papercuts and blisters I swallow, and grainy purple bruises and whatnot, all despite your oblivion towards me but I embrace that!,
I know that diamond well enough by now.

I looked at the landscape, I happened to say:

Who's to say
you're beyond
my reach
of silk
and reach of rough rawness that
ejects
maybe feathers
outwards?


Nevermind the color of auras today, but the ones that were.