Three's Company

Constantly Unknown

Officially an X
knows my name.
Not inside of Square
Or beside Linear.
And there is no telling Y
these Two feelings are biased
between Two unknown terms
with One fifty-fifty chance of being
a zero                  
Or one sleeping without Z.

Breaking Silence

Did I hear you at all?
There was once a reason behind
the ear placed at your heart.
Then the orchestra moved in
And one flute too.
Did you hear me at all?
Or was it love walking away?

Flight 4497

Iris wore diamond studs.
Had cherry blossom cheeks.
One full giggly smile.
But her life was a deck of cards in the air.

D'Elegant One


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