It’s the dark
that draws
us closer
from
them
the other side
of two hundred and 22
miles
between
AND so
then
Connected
within another plane
the facets of us
press into thought
Fixate on this
Skin on skin
as every touch looms
in our fading room
again and again
Impermanence
on a meadow
sun burn green
where we exist
Now you.
tiptoe into slumber
as we all
do
now
a house within
behind doors
they want in
again
feel its
nothingness
without you
and so
a burial
untrue
as now
nothing
exists
again