Empty, ether incomparable,
wavy, seemingly separable.

Explosive though minimal,
corrosive and liminal.

Space saying schtick,
beauty and wings together stick.

Like unalike jewels,
Emeralds so gorgeous they'll make you sick.

With yourself, for fear,
of never getting near, the magic.

Like you used to say it,
bottleless lightning and you wish to stay it.

Singing desires, stinging like spires,
endless abyss, like a crowded mire.

Set them on fire, see if they catch.

Wist a gist in a kiss, see if will latch.

To the fields I retire,
I'm in love but also tired.