I Need You

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I need a pencil to sketch
my lone boundary,
a lace to hide
the monster in ‘this case’
a mirror to reflect
a perfect image
from two broken lines
of a faded being.

I need glasses to focus
my sinful path
and let I see the ditches
in this foiled jungle,
let I draw a figure
out from a colored blue
and shade it some grays.

I need a threshold to the gate
to enter me into scanned
systems on the lonely road
and pass as I would pass,
out my fray-greyed day.

I need you.