Root and Horizon

[Venus]
I begin in the marrow,
a pulse beneath the skin,
the tremor of fingers
brushing dust from stone.
The earth remembers me
in the taste of iron and rain.

[Uranus]
I begin in the distance,
mapping the sky into patterns,
naming stars after forgotten kings,
threading myths across silence.
The horizon remembers me
in the way it bends toward night.

[Venus]
I speak in warmth:
breath caught on cold glass,
the ache of closeness
that refuses to vanish,
even when the window frosts over.

[Uranus]
I speak in echoes:
histories folded into stone tablets,
laws written on wind,
the scaffolding of time
carved to hold her breath in place.

[Venus]
But my body insists,
all flame and saltwater,
that love does not wait for permission.
It spills, unruly,
like rivers tearing maps apart.

[Uranus]
And I answer:
let the rivers rewrite the atlas.
Let the constellations redraw themselves
to follow the current of your pulse.
What begins in marrow
becomes the measure of worlds.

[Together]
Between root and horizon,
between breath and banner,
we are the axis:
she, the seed breaking earth;
I, the sky bending down.
In that crossing—
a whole universe opens.
.

To all my beloveds,


Why are you in such a rush?
Where do you think you have to go?
Why do you live as though in a race?

Don’t rush.
You won’t win.
There is no winning.
There is nothing after that end.

Where do you even have to go?
I’m the one who has to go…

And I will go,

Slow.


Before I meet that end,
Please,

Take my hand.

Waltz with me into that windy night,
Not with haste,
But with the remains,
Of this grotesque grace.  

Let the wind howl.
Let it push.
Let it beg us to hurry on our way.

Let it do as it may,
But I will not rush to that end,
Under anyone’s command.

Just,

Go slow.


I will,

Go slow.



Drag your feet through the dusk.
Let the moonlight kiss the path,
Though it can never again light the way.

There is no destination.
Only this journey.
Only this ache.
Only this love.

I will,

Go slow.


Slow enough,

To cry.

For these tears are worthy of my time.
For they are true to my heart.

I will,

Go slow.

As I cry this truth,
I won’t rush to lie to you.
I won’t sprint toward bliss,
For there is none at the end.

I will waltz slowly through this pain.
Because I want to feel this love.
Because I crave every burden,
Of this human heart.



Go slow,
As you read the story.
Go slow,
As you listen to the song.
Go slow,
As you live this life.

Don’t race through beauty,
Just to meet nothing.
Don’t race through pain,
Just to meet that eternity.

That,

Distant

Icky

Eternity.


Go slow,

With companions, or alone.

Go slow,

Until the world lets go.


Let it hurt.
Let me cry.
Slowly, I love.
Slowly, I cling.
Slowly, I’m dragged away.

Slowly, I fade…

Into,


Into,


That,


Into,


Oblivion…

Go…

Slow.



Slower.

Slower still.

Almost,

Imperceptibly.

As,


You,


Approach,


That,


That,


That,



Distant

Icky


Eternity


Go,



Go,



Go,



Slow.



And if I must,

If I must say goodbye,

If this is the end of our time,


Then let me,

Let me smile,

As I go,


As I go slowly,


Dreaming,

That I am hand in hand,

With such kind company.


Waltzing slowly,

Until I,

Must let go,


Until you,


Until you must,

Move on,


Until I smile,

One last time,



As you must carry on,



Until I,

Until I succumb,

To that,


To,


That,

That,




That,




Distant







Icky











Eternity.





Sincerely,
Your companion
From genesis, through oblivion