you say the universe is empty

that it did not choose us
not even once

you say the world is full

of empty hearts

but I too have a story of woe
though if it's in the Mayan language it's not composite,
or Corinthian,
or sequential,
or relevant

I'm just walking in circles here
devouring souls

like us,
our sister-worlds streak across a millennia
chasing her breath
heaving sighs,
leaving
interleaving trails of memory
waving goodbye