Incomplete

Blurry

Is the image of your memory

Pieces of polish

Scattered throughout

Subtle hints towards clarity

Like bright stars hidden behind the clouds

If I close my eyes

I can feel your image complete

To place my hands in the murky water

And wade through its lies

Its misdirection

I can feel you hugging the tips of my fingers

Your tangible matter

Holding onto me

Imbuing freedom and direction

To a soul that’s lost all perception

Christopher