• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 07


My fingers swim into life
Gasping under the pull and reveal
Of silk sleeves
Yearning to find the heat of a hand;
A wandering satellite.
[Only gravitational waves could be so silent
Yet affect everything I have ever known, held dear]
I heard that nothing can truly touch
[The teeth of grass, the cracked smile of the earth,
The cold whispers of sky]
Just an echo chamber for my own stories as
I strain my eyes
The bridges of my sinews feeling the weight
Of messages spilling out; the source code
An abode of all the memories my mind wishes to keep
To find me whole
That I try to send to you
Crossing the curvature of my Earth
Trying to find yours.