Clapping Wonder.

Nothing really is zero

Quality depends on something

It is point blank

Giving perspective to everyone

You can't see it coming

Tongue licking Carmel

That which has texture

And assert heat and pressure

Can then melt the engine itself

I saw you far away

Looking away

With the eyes waving

Far away

How many mistakes does it take

And trip past the sunset

With new tears

Which arrive like magic

As melting shards of glass.