I feel the steady beat of my pulse in my head,

and imagine I can feel yours as my fingers briefly dance across the back of your hand.

A bitter-sweet inbetwixt:



I blink back sour tears,

crimson trickle eased out of palms by clenched fist-and-nail.



My mind runs wild with thoughts of you,

a long-forgotten smile stretching from ear to ear.



Your taste fills my mouth and her acridity is gone,

a moment that will always last forever.



I am dismissed and distressed,

and as I hear her close the door behind her for the last time I loose a low growl,

the start of a tri-month darkness and a half-year struggle.



I feel a resonance that I once sought to abandon,

the strumming of strings in my heart.

Eyes lock and soundlessly whisper the passionate trinity:



"I loved you."

*"I love you."

Are you lonely too?
Are you any good in bed?
Are you ready for me soon?
Do you want to be my new friend?

You've been chosen.

Do you like me?
Do you want to meet me?
What are you waiting for?
Try it now for free.

Congratulations, you've been chosen.

Have you seen how blue the sky is?
Do you want to fall in love again?
You won't believe these prices.
When I ride you, I will go crazy.

You have been chosen.

If only things were different,

if only things could change.



If only time ran slower,

if only I wasn't strange.



If only I could have guessed,

if only I knew.



If only my heart was stone,

if only the world would end with you.

It comes
crashing back.
It comes
bearing down.
It comes
simmering up.
It comes,
it comes,
it comes.

The end of history
has ended.
Deep gasping breaths,
lungs guzzling the
cold moonlit air
for the first time. Breathe,
we're all here.
Sit in the night with us.

We gather here.
Seething. Boiling.
Our tribe not bound
by distance or creed.
This lightspeed collective.

What is the best way
to find a voice again?

Is it to sit,
build tented cities,
block motorways,
stamp and shout and scream,
but never break a window?

Never to burn a plantation
and strike down those who held your chains?

Never to throw yourself
in front of the King's horse?

History, snarling,
gives us the answer:
You cannot change this
with two open palms.

A door opening forever.
A shout that never dies.

Trip the light fantastic before sunrise.
Sprint barefoot through endless forest.
Love dust and other small things.
Feel the pulse of the world,
of the city, of the river.
Follow the breath.
Find the place the light cannot reach.

Do anything.
Live.
Live.

a heartbeat in the dark
you purr against my chest
we melt together
blissful synthesis

we rise and fall
convergent plate tectonics
our boundaries crash
the earth heaves and shifts
with us

i wake to the dawn chorus
and to her breath tickling my neck
the world at peace, anew

The beat takes me
and takes me
and takes me.

The crowd throbs
in rhythm,
Ensconced in bass,

Repatriated to dance.

Staggering singularity,
The centre cannot hold.