Tangerine

This is right, wrong, sleeping and dreaming
Unable to fathom is disability on the part of others (and you)
Everything is alright on your soul save a tangled strand
Strands that dictate a moving passage of light trails and dark trials
And how they are so this way (and you)

Love, sweet tangible tangerine
Tang, trials, time is tantalizing
Tangerines are love
I am a tangerine
Love is me and you are the tangerine and you are love

Action is fatal for life and vital for death
Do not move faster than the wind blows your mind
Action is vital for life and fatal for death
Chaos is reality with known variables

Rain is warm
It melts exteriors that are cold
Cold is melted by warm, it only makes sense
Words are meaningful and words are not meaningful
Empty words have no meaning
But they are words so maybe they have meaning

Trees have memories in their rings
Trees live and breathe and drink
They absorb and grow
Why can't people be like trees, I like trees

Eyes make lines to their target
Like a red laser
It is very hot and I feel it
If I look into the eyes I will feel them burning mine
But I can still feel it on the back of my neck
I can't tell a difference

She does not know her own mind
She's taken no time to unwind
Peel off the tangerine it's rind
She is behind
My schedule
He does not know his life does not equal mine:

Tangerines take time to target with lasers
And red lasers burn with life
The tangerine is burning away
The rain has already melted its cold exterior
The tree tried to save me but actions are vital to death (although action grew the tangerine)
A trail of light marked the tangerine path
These strands I understood and how;
And now dark trials have absorbed them (although action grew the tangerine)

Sleeping and dreaming are foils
Sleep feels good and dreams hurt sometimes
Sleeping becomes dreaming after a long time
It's like they rhyme
Poems, I know them
Yes they come from dreams
Sleeping and poems are foils even though I write at night