present moment passing
flashing reeling past primacy
where does the time go?
between the endless onslaught of tomorrow
and the slipstream sliding out behind us
infinitely dividing two impossible
chasms of the void into one whole.
the boundary line, a connective tissue betwixt
the two dichotomies at their mutually convergent edge
the unity, that merger of triple twin-flame
tangled lust that melts away the boundaries of the
strands we weaved together so intensely like a rope
of hemp, strong, organic, lively, and reliable... up until that point
it snaps, rendering all things lost and shorn apart.
YOU ARE READING
in reality, my love...
Poesíaa humble collection of whispered prayers to the Goddesses Muse "There is a world of worlds within Worlds, here among us, in this Nexus of story and imagination, and the community we co-create around it." ~The Writer, Prelude to Everything, Ch...
