love conquers all

[cacian]

I love the way
life
causes you
to turn away
the movement
is almost oppressed
there is a shadow
in your gaze

I love the way
you guard against
yourself
but then tell others
to try beige
a cart
a party
and a hat

your fame is
claim
to you alone
you tell
your stories
with a fake
and then retract
with reason that
you never look back
to a past

I love the way
you stand about
designs and arts
you can go
on about Chopin
Dimitri or
Cezanne
but then you
splash your blues against
the colours of Leproust

I know the way
you walk about
when nothing is
something you
raise
your words are
measured with
your hand
they shake and wave
then fall apart
as nothing's
always
never found