Crazy eyed

I want something beyond. The reach is perfect nonsense. This beyond. What of it ? This puzzle of what we were, stimulating. Frustrating. Encapsulating.

The broken sky is a clue. Dancing button pressing, swollen guesses. How long have I been here? Actors. We are actors. Chance will be revelation. Take it.

With every breath.

Could you gift me moments? Gift me your tightest reason to avoid? I am your anchor. You didn’t know, and, I didn’t know. Reassure me. Such warmth.

I want and I want again. More. My appearance of theft. Only an glimpse. We are beyond the yesterday coalition of being. We are. Bricks stacked in the corner. And I love you.

Stacked against the water. Standing in it. Stacked against the belief of everything and whatever. I love you. Everything inside the disappearance of all. I love you.

art credit: Jean Gabriel Domergue (1889–1962) :: “La danseuse de French Cancan”, lithographie signée dans la planche.