my addiction to
your chaos
if i could not see, nor dream
the fourth dimension folding upon itself
like our blanket in the moments after
we make sense of it together
the math of infinity and the
weight of anti-matter
you wait and i trouble through
in the dark, towards you, at the speed
of your sound
flickering off the unpainted walls
i promise, i love you
1 comment:
Love this poem, wow, speaks
to where I find myself, with
someone at this time.
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