I know a thing I can’t explain:
we are cables, strings of yarn
connecting to each other,
connecting to eternity.
They are the truth of us,
the certain few sinews,
they are the moments when we are full in spirit,
they are us,
we are not them,
we are not ourselves.
They wait, in the quiet;
the noise of us will die.
No cable can have a loose other end.
You will always be able to find me in the dark,
and that is all I will ever be.
waiting for itself.
Last updated September 18, 2021