synapses

i couldn't tell you what i think

even if i wanted to

for there are three moons and countless stars

(though i spend all my time counting)

maybe Galileo sat at his desk with parch/ment/lips

and tried to find the cure

his method disguised as his pretence

but nonetheless pure

unwinning led to here

we stand in time & space

we here

not you and i

or you and me

but minds are transcendent

they are the key

though we know not

where to find the lock.

in difference

where to?

pressure enveloping my bones

[your collar matches your hands]

caught and released

straying from your gaze

or

stray [you] from mine

anywhere is free

but

here isn't anywhere

now.

torrential triteness

absorbed into the atmosphere

i only appear moved to avoid the quagmires.

returns

a collection of perceptions

convoluted

to the point of becoming

mere fragments,

disjointed like static

and just as loud.

what is real?

time/form/feeling

flowing and meeting

fleeting glimpses

universes conversing

without knowing

holding our ears and

staring up

with clenched eyes

pray that focus

will become of us

while fearing the masterpiece.