Here                                      
There                    
Here                                      
Twisting the hard long ache
                  pulled between two surfaces
just a me
             and a you
                        with all the yesterday's tomorrow's
dark dreamings of nothingness
                                                     ­               held to the left by strings
is it a dream?
                          hollow these musings
                                    silent screams to the screen
who hears us when we roar?            
for they always hear the whispers
                                    rumors
             ­ conjectures
me          
you                    
me          
    them
                   us
                                                             fuzzy concepts in a heartless world
                                                           ­  no warmth or concern
                                                         ­      only a strange
                                                      cur­iosity
                            where the points are made up
and nothing matters
                                                         ­  here.
There.                                    
                     HERE.                    
                                       ­                 AND yet
                                                             ­               nowhere.