Deadzone

This veil is too small

Let there be a partition

Between you and I

As we are as one

I will assign you Dead Zones

That balance to nill

You will find me shy

In addition to secure

So glance carefully

Some can't help but stare 

At this meaningful beauty

So they are made blind

Blind to edge and curve

Sometimes confusing the two

Your best and your worst

So we will twist this

Rote equation into more

To save on power

And teach least action

In the bones, a steel compass

And set space between

A thread once called pink

Is reassigned to midnight

The blackest of black