Chaining Intention

The water tank that gets rid of my map and loiters A panorama that shakes the winter Lookit, behind the wall The faces of lies that the linoleum stares at I'm confused by anagrams, now SNOW. WHITE. BLACK. WHO. Me In the vacuum (space) that turned over (replaced) the cards I drew with a rusted sword I don't know the rules to the cipher (code) Traces of you The dusk I shut out with my blanket I wrote with a broken pen I can't find the words SKY. WHITE. BLACK... But-- Standing back to back, the temperature that circulates between The sighs of four-leaf clovers. Put color on them White shine. Dye the freezing Scenery with warmth A definite naked face (thing) that touches an overflowing lake Sweet reach. Since our irises (eyes) met And resonated (synchronized) Your sunny spot And I, we were here Even if the thread on our pinkies is torn apart Stuff into a bottle the jewels that'll scatter about Why feel? Bind my shivering Frame (body) with emotion (feelings) And be embracing it along with the obstructing darkness Wish true. If light can start Shining on even shadows The world need not pray But, y'know, where will it hurt? White shine. Dye the freezing Scenery with warmth A definite naked face (thing) that touches an overflowing lake Sweet reach. Since our irises (eyes) met And resonated (synchronized) Your sunny spot And I, we were here Sunlight. Let me sleep near The hours when I start running A small spring season that the low voice I use surrounds With "if". Since the two of us join hands And tie them up with a ribbon Your sunny spot And I, we were here