We are children naked in the wild,
overcome and grossly under equipped
to comprehend the hard edges of the world we are faced with.
We are sightless worms:
wallowing, toiling and never knowing to what end.

So give form to this tepid dark.
Vibrate, illuminate,
entangle your consciousness so hopelessly with the void
that it is made a part of you
and you are made a part of it.

Warm this empty frigid space with soul fire.
Burn each other alive with love.
Cast your light into every dark corner of the chaos
and bring each other back to revitalize and rejoice in the flame.
Consume the cold black nothing
and weave every breathe into something....
anything.

I quiver and die smiling beneath the stroke of your pen,
a smearing of paint,
your soft dance,
the swell of your voice.
Some tear in your eye.