Miss

Dangerous language has a recursive angle
Back and hacked and bracked
I lost my eyes to the dragon's 
Breathy sighs, as I couldn't calculate
How to get from treasure to 
A place without it
And the grayscale life
Dissolved behind my ears
Soundless pixels undone by their 
Intentions: cellular replication
Mixed media and missed reconnections
Mourning the boldness of days beyond time
And wishing that we might be back where we
Started, when I lost its me and you became thus