Elizabeth (freeverse poem)

in passing with unfocused eyes

you'd see a blur of black over orange

as the thin lining trees, evenly spaced

pass you in your adjacent motion

a purple figure in the darkness

coming foward in transit time

a dream i recall upon first recognition

i wanna say we've met before

at some point i could swear i felt you

close to me as you now seem

even if we've never met

outside that trans cranial dream

in sticking to my own dimensions

i know the curve of every face

while certain i had met you somewhere

still a locked up mind you have

i still cannot be all to jumpy

to conclusions my rot finds

sometimes i just sense an arc

between our own decaying minds