Who makes the people move and hug and kiss
Who creates the barriers up high above heads so noone can ever look in
Never see the masterpiece sat so close but so far from the human eye
Who creates the ties that rebuild shattered hearts and lives
Who pulls the skin together and seals the lines to stop the blood from pouring out and leaking onto the newly painted walls, the newly fitted flooring that covers the old ruins of the previous surface, tarnished from anger and rows
Tarnished and then banished below the flooring that is neatly applied on top
Using it as support
Walking over it everyday
Recreating the original pictures with the new memories
Not rowing but loving and enjoying
The moments in our minds could play out forever
See a moment in one's mind can be edited and slowed down and can really zoom in to detail
Almost like a deep dream that you wake from
The random specifics that you recall sit deep in our imagination
They come out to play in the night time when you are quiet enough to actually relax, drift and think
Make it up as you go
Like an abstract picture
Or a random joke
Or this poem
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