AN OUNCH OF PEEP

Who touches so
Basking in glory
Time crumble so

Mere hands without
That magic-touch
Distance stands apart

Heal the wounds
Make a bridge
And not the walls

Why for do you
Stand thus so far,
Are you not me.

Don't ever veil
Your dance of death
Don't you see my face

Erase the certainity
Of ignorance
In faith of thy feel

Your hide and seek
In stale-ness, beep
An ounch of thy peep