opposites attract, protons and electrons
affecting the circumference of the situation.
flabbergasted at the flabbergasting science behind
the fact no science or computer will ever scientifically compute this.
i think i’ve met vada.
finding my magnanimous self; selfless,
and lack of self; selfless,
wondering to how to become a better being.
there goes another beat.
i’m stood, beat.
my heart’s beaten, not beating,
and i feel beat
in this competition called life.
but that’s okay
because i think i’m in love with vada.
written last night, when i was thinking of somebody
teardrops of providence,
intricately kissing the glass
with paint upon their lips.
grunts of a god,
bellows heard from below,
counting the seconds
the numen flashes,
if only for a second
to warn others
calculating the distance
neurons and skin,
reflections in water,
and her mind is like a
'twas written whilst the rain poured onto the roof of my conservatory
— The End —