Look at
The son

Or you –
—Will be
sucked in.

—-

There is
Too much
Influence

There.

You felt –
——-It in
Your bones

As you
Approached
The frame;

Brushing
magnets

Pull and
Push
In-fluent
Friction.

—-

Every cell
sHoOk

In proximal
force.

Like
The smallest
Pieces
Of you

Deeply
Knew….

They were
Suddenly

Not Alone
Anymore.

—-

But
We are

Alone.

[aren’t we?]

Our eyes,

Twin blades,

Not for
Clashing
In–to
Each-other.

—-

Be…careful

Our Gaze

Eclipsed

May set
Motion,

Whether we
Like it
Or not.