We are intimate as a movie
When you are cuddling against my spine
I am farther than the arrow
And closer than the floor
In the middle of your chest
There is a place that I adore
In my meditations I seek no consolation
No need for form or matter
We are merely vibrations and insinuations
Masquerading in all our roles and places
What a profound vision
Or was it perhaps a visitation
Infinite limits require no invitations
Why not film it all and make a movie
So many children, so little beauty
We are pulling our own legs
In the hopes of one day getting taller