storm bursts and ultraviolet things
the day after tomorrow
this heart felt raw
no, it was raw
bones like copper metal
re-vibrating the frequency of our love
pained notions
harsh commotions
bloody tissue exploding inside ones shattering core,
raging things
drowning things
a flood covering the earth made out of my ash,
quantum mechanics turning atoms and particles into distance,
what was always meant to be,
now counted in miles
If I cross a million feet, can I touch your atoms through clouds filling both of our skies?
this heart was breaking like glass on the day of creation's rest
colored structured molding,
then dripping down to the floor
sinking into carpet
the floor, the basement of my love,
bruised tissue
swollen tissue
don't scrape against the raw flesh
please don't play with bleeding wounds
and yet, and yet
the things that bruise up become stronger
through pain comes clarity,
and even if I have to rip my heart
to simply breathe on days after tomorrow
and each that comes before and after
I will find my way to you,
because these copper bones,
and rusted scars were always meant for you
I have missed you for lifetimes without knowing your name,
but the absence of you was always trickling through my muscles
continual dropping wears away a stone
and now I am carved with linings of your name permanently written
into my tissue,
that goes far beyond this body, this skin, these beaten-up lungs,
time is simply an illusion that moves relative to an observer
the distance from the sun to the moon a minuscule
when it comes to the ten billion galaxies
sewn into these two beings,
how do I explain to you?
that hurricanes like these tear me apart until all I am, is soul
until all I breathe is heart,
and all I am is a burned-out hole, of a human form
and yet
something roars in me, something claws in me
a beast resting at the feet of my soul,
I pet it gently and nod,
yes, I hear her name as well, little one
it's calling us, isn't it?
yes, let's turn miles into atoms once again
.