"How long is now?" - you
asked and I was aware that
there is no after

after this we have
already reached the end; the
end of our very

beginning. So, it
is on us now whether to
dare to step one step

further into the
livelong midst ere we happen
to lose the track of our time.

In this capricious
age of comings and goings
of the other side

I am blessed
for I can submerge into
your aegis, your undermind.

I am running
out of daylight and in this
forgotten chasm, soon

I will meet my own
fate to become star-blinded
But I do not mind.

My telluric heart
is going to lose its poor
blindspots of stifling

sobriety by
embracing your ravenskinned,
asterisk lighted nightshade.

In this downpour of
nil a blinding fog descended
and a venomous,

absinthe-mindedness wrapped all
over me, thus all of my
senses were out of order.

Falling into the hyacinth sky as
your mouth is filled with my name:
I am eternal.

Within your system
of abstract data I'm the
invariable
one; the broken semaphore
who yearns for an error-patch.

I wish to return
aboveground to take a walk
with the wind and shake
off this stupored, spirit-mood;
this deranged daze by your side.