Everything is fine
Then one Sunday afternoon
The dam between your teeth
Starts to crack
And all my flaws
come pouring from your mouth

If that were true,
Then the probabilistic element
Would be that of environment inhabited.

The life we live.

Then the deterministic element
Would be that which we are building,
The mind. The neural structure of our brains.

How we choose to live it.

So that "thought" only resonated
To that which was properly crystallized,
By ways & means of communication
Through each axis. Dendrite, neuron, axon, synapse.

Matters on the formation of our matter.

I ask
You say
                              “I’m not sure”
Like the moment
Before it snows
Or nights spent
Searching for Venus
Without clarity
Through naked eyes

You knew she's secluded
In a room unused
But still said
                                "I’m not sure”

There she wore a pendant
Engraved   “keep out” in braille
I didn’t feel it
We never touched
Venus dims
You won’t speak
Words from within
I ask
You say
                                “Are you sure”

That we cannot tell

everything is the darkness --


that separates us.

Hare?

Is it stuck up?

Tired of reality?
You just hope
You wake up in a dream.
Do you know you risk a nightmare?
The mind hatches awful plans,
Sets up terribly dreadful schemes.
What's it all mean?
I don't know?
Maybe?
Do you know?

And this is how it ends!
And this is how it begins!

It's all alphabetical,
All numerical.
Can you hear the song,
Read in-between the lyrics?
The structure of its wording?
Have you tried at singing?

Is it all spiraling?

Chelone?

"Great!" They said.

"So I'll be you, and you be me?"

"Correct!"

"And you'll be them, and they'll be you?"

"Accurate!"

And so they all swapped their devices,
All took each other's names/profiles,
Saying nothing of what they were actually doing!

"So who will I even be talking to?"

"Don't worry, you'll know it!"

"But how will I understand it as them?"

"Wouldn't you know if you didn't?"

I sometimes receive

mail with no meaning attached:


an exchange parcel.

The sound of the wind

and the water comforts me --


Tell him of my love!

I hate the way you isolate yourself when you need help the most,
because I just want to hold your hand and tell you it'll be ok,
be a shoulder to cry on,
the person you rely on.

I wish I were your neighbor and I could visit you every day.
I wish I lived next door. I wish I could be by your side.
But I’m not.

Because I'm a thousand miles away.
So please,
please,
please.

Let me in. talk to me.
Don't get lost in yourself
Let me be the light
Let me guide you through the darkness of your mind.
Let me get my hands ***** with your thoughts—
At least this one time.

I just want you to be okay.

I want the distance to be the only thing pushing us apart.