slow-release chatoyant energy poems

Sunglasses

Would i like it when i see it?
Would i like it would i like it?
Would i like it when i see through
through the glasses in the sun

Should i find them
Would i like it?
Should i find them in the case
Would that be the case?
And would i have found them
would i liked that?

Shut your eyes
shunned from the world
shattered sunlight
but would I like it?
when i see you
would you see me
through my eyes?

and would you like that?

Hiding, as in hiding
holes as black as coals
in hiding, hide it
until it finds you.