all that is and all that is not is constantly changing
I am here you are there, a mirror draped in veils of oblivion
I descend into you Ariadne, on a thread woven
with paradisiacal subtext
You rise on my shoulders
into the darkest oblivions
letting words disappear in broken whispers
the evil in me an explosion on the roof of the mouth
the good in you a comfort and a shiver
and even if I die
my traces
will remain carved in your flesh
and the distant will embrace the near
disapearing in a vague undulation into infinity