A Gentle Touch
bother dust a fortune lost
bright orange in the falling dusk
a dawn away from losing out
we frequently our cereal
nothing ventured since the loss
bright yellow in our corneas
our rainbow shattered missing out
we frequently our cereal
toasted jam a molded front
despair not seeking from the fold
a night away from filling up
we frequently our cereal
less frequency our radio sleep
a dream away from cardio
bright apple in the cherry slope
we bother dust our fortunes