What Would I Say?

A metaphoric message in a cosmic bottle, flung across the infinite universe, to a perfect entangled twin

Coded postcard on a solar breeze I dreamt you by omission something found and lost on the periphery of a memory seeking familiarity near the edges of hope beyond the thread of reason

Wondering, what could I whisper in the liminal space we can share?

An equation?

A sonnet?

A riff you recall?

Would you recognise the words misspelled a cipher held begging a crack to shine a visible spectrum and reflect the mirrored world within

Could you see, in our chiral bodies, the answers to a riddle we never knew we were?

Intertwined entangled tree roots and fungal timelines mangled with the rot and mould of lifetimes misaligned maligned by this s e p a r a t i o n

Spooky action at a distance I feel your hurt and joy . when I slumber . when I can’t breathe . exciting me to a higher state when we relate in so many orbits

How did we slip onto this Möbius slide, starting separate now sharing sides, in minds that know that matter is mostly empty space?

So why can we not pass through it, ghostly to the core, the mantle?

Learning to dismantle the prisons that hold us, Faraday tight, isolation of these radio waves refusing to attenuate whatever the nature of their medium for the necessity to reach . a twinned star

And yet…

she went on…

Where is the knowing in equations?

Understanding in a sonnet?

A riff is just a tiny bit, not the fullness of a love

Is this all just idle ideation?

Reverential praise of gods we raise within our minds?

Across this universe there is no us of humdrum doldrums swinging stagnant in the breeze

No misunderstandings or demandings in silent wishing things

How can we be sure reality is not coldly obscured obscene in coded theses?

Our imaginings convincingly convenient in this unspoken covenant

Tread lightly the constellations in our eyes and bring each other sacks of star dust . when we rise