gazing blankly, but thoughtfully
toward the rising sun
with tired eyes, empty pockets, hearts sick with denial
he never thought it would turn out this way
she did and
so it went
skimming the brinks of sanity
while skimming the crystal water
with shimmering stones and
damaged dreams
glaring at the sun glinting off the water
you think of how far you've come
and how much further you must go
and you think to yourself
life and death are one in the same
black holes never existed, he says
event horizon, that from which
nothing can break free
would be
an anomaly
the cosmic visionary says so
we adhere to all he alleges
no questions asked
she smiles and replies,
ask no questions and
get no answers
in that case, he says
will you be my antidote?
I'll keep you free from malady
as long as you
keep questioning