I gaze up at tiny fireflies
so far away in darkness. Frozen orbs.
Titans imprisoned. Imaginary distance dilutes
our ability to clearly see inside our own universe as we
create impassable barriers. Beautiful stalagmite sleds honing our
awe as we happily slide. Sometimes I forget myself and falsely describe this life
as mine, when we all inner-stand by seeing it as our kingdom of heaven. Wonderful to
know she still thinks of me as part of our shared home. In a different room of the same
house admiring the same stars. Sweetness in solace. Infinite space separates us, but I can
still feel her penetrating angelic gaze, absorb radiation from her smile, and hear the
serenade of her laugh– even if I imagine her admiring the same pyreflies floating
effortlessly– parallel orbitals our brothers and sisters spiral on,
deceased or on a different track, her beautiful face and
delicate embrace feel so real. The moon’s waning
light, so abundant in the invisible dark space.
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