Clustering the Night Sky
A star system that spins around its black holes. Twinkling nexus of neurons. Why do I breathe or lie here wondering why I am. Or you.
No, I don't wish to explain mystery. I like the strangeness of life, knowing we are real even as we part from our bodily images in our imagination of being.
I follow the lines of your body with my fingers of light. Lines that limn memories of you, you haven't lain with me for a long time.
In the masses of stars how did we find and then lose each other?
Do I carry a simulation of you, you are so real beside me? Mirrors of the past reflecting in the present. Neurons traveling the gaps in time.
Or are you here, thrown into my arms by the electricity of what is conscious, our connection beyond time and space.
In the strangeness, clarity.
Night after night I roll into your warmth imagined beside me.
No, I don't wish to explain mystery. I like the strangeness of life, knowing we are real even as we part from our bodily images in our imagination of being.
I follow the lines of your body with my fingers of light. Lines that limn memories of you, you haven't lain with me for a long time.
In the masses of stars how did we find and then lose each other?
Do I carry a simulation of you, you are so real beside me? Mirrors of the past reflecting in the present. Neurons traveling the gaps in time.
Or are you here, thrown into my arms by the electricity of what is conscious, our connection beyond time and space.
In the strangeness, clarity.
Night after night I roll into your warmth imagined beside me.