filament

there is a kind of nameless bliss
descending in these quiet moments
so what if it comes with pain
we’ve never been strangers to each other
it’s proof in its own way
that the universe doesn’t owe me sense
or coincidence
and it’s even lovelier watching things fade

this is a sunset on a shopping mall
this is a crumbled pillar in a park
this isn’t that one guy, alone
in his bedroom with a single light shining
i was there, you know
in the filament, powerless
breathing him in the dark
it almost killed me too
but by then i knew
how to take a hit

& so did he, i guess
funny hilarious how we play out
these scripts we wrote
before the world began
time is a womb & the pain
just means we’re being born again
all of us, together

i’m here, i’m here in your blood
& your breath & the filament

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Hi. I'm a poet. I was a playwright/producer before the pandemic. If you're wealthy and want to be a modern Medici, drop me a buck or two: paypal.me/ksnapreads

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