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

Intoxication;

You exist

Between time

And space

But never in both

Locations

At once.



An implosion of logic.

A tragic collapse

Of interpretation

Each time

We sip of your tonic.



Dimensions,

Subdued

Into puddles

At your siren

Lullaby.

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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