Is that your unbelievable ?
Are you saying -
you really can't believe that ?
It's just
my love for you
in a thimble...
curling into a wave.
and you can't even
sew a button
on a thumb.

or keep an idjit from a windmill.

II

this is the end... so let's begin...
a coma is a form of happiness
that sings numb - but loud -
.... loud; not so much.
like how we whimper in the face
of our own face....
but refuse to face the music
of our own silence.
how we give each other, the Other
but never the One we are...
and simply the Yes
of a thousand dead clocks
that lack the Time to wait
for the both of
Us
to be the
both of
Us.