Point of Origin

Touch fingers with me;

A moment that lingers

Into hallucination.

The fringes of my mind

Singed at the sensation.

As hinges are burned off

And your colors glide in.

My relentless


You exist

Between time

And space

But never in both


At once.

An implosion of logic.

A tragic collapse

Of interpretation

Each time

We sip of your tonic.



Into puddles

At your siren


Calamity muddled

Into a trance.

Mountains sandwiched

'Tween sea and sky.

Point of origin

From which all things

E x  t   e    n     d

And return.

My reason for Need.

Tell me you aren't

Just a dream.

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