Helpless heart;
pulling strings begging reverberation.
Tap.
Tap tap.
Ears ringing.
Seeing you through starscapes.
I ran for so long.
Strained neck from looking back.
We danced, I think.
Metronome - etched in souls,
Connected so, perpetual.
A breath of air I’ve never known.
Deeply, scanning… seeking.
Bits in erudite form; prescient,
Speaking, standing, briefly,
Lost my feet beneath me, falling
landing… pleading.
All we.
I, you.
I read once: imagine reels,
Unfolding imagined Real.
Hyper real. A spectacle.
A perfectly rendered whole.
I was skeptical.
I expressed it so.
Then I froze,
Seeing you through heartache.
I could only stand for so long.
Strained back from never moving.
We danced, I think.
Time is subjective.
And all this experience has brought me by the hand,
To your moment, moving.
All we,
I, you.
