• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 08


I love the eyes upon us,
unable to spot the difference,
our titles interchangeable.

Two branches, same tree,
entwined through all seasons,
only our leaves exposed,

the rest invisible, untouchable,
a quantum understanding
straddling all space.

I’m not sure if I am only holding you,
or if I’m really supporting myself.
Either way, keep holding.