loving you is torture
should i keep on
swimming toward you
can i keep my
head over water
do i
drown

time is all i have
glad to give you all of it:
it is infinite

soft as morning light,
fingers travel for miles
across earths of skin

one sweet love story
writing forever with you
til death do us part

a winter so harsh
that even the mighty sun
turned a little cold.

time takes love and then
becomes a greenhouse gard’ner:
sprouting, blooming life

what is not?
well that's simple:

not is me.
i am not.
"i" is not.

not: the state of negation.

unexistence.

the simplest state in which to exist.

you see,

in order to be "not",

you must also be.

all things that are not have also been.

i am not.

what is not?

not is me.

flood my ports with frames:
network with no spanning tree,
broadcast endlessly.