Nicho Teixeira
SPACE
I hate having / no control / of my / self / though I love / to be lost inside / your wandering eyes / surprise / Free of choice / I follow / their sublime smiles / glowing GPS blinks / of spared time / relied upon / Beats / me / why / how / you / lead me off with queries / that build me / up to go to / nightclubs / & @ 1 / on one note / you stress I / stay @ my apparent point / for you / there / then / while you go to / buy us swills / for brief thrills / Afar / my 1 doughy eye open / sees another man’s / moth wings batting / Fire ignites / in you / raring / I step out to / distinguish / extinguish / but you disappear / out of sight / I / check all separate exits / desperate / underneath all the stalls / then in rooms of dark walls / Those sockets / I know / suddenly beam / only / actually / they belong to another / I return back to that one / spot / . / dot / . / period / . / place you left me to wait / for unanswered sign / signal / … / I should have never left / You probably / came back to / search for me / even now / We must have / just / missed each other / I assumed some Thing / Divine as Time / was mine / & in me / the myth of a gift / I miss place \ e \ d