There’s a connection beyond comprehension.
Newly met, yet familiar.
Truly meant—so profoundly distinct, nothing similar.
As if pulled by an invisible rope,
An indivisible hope,
Where division can only be fueled by another’s choice.
And maybe not even.
A bond even God believes in.
A vision shared beyond seeing.
A rare precision in occurrences.
They seem adherent.
I really hope I’m not misconceiving the situation before me.
An obliteration that sets one free.
Love at its purest,
With an unknown ending.
A true oblivion I don’t have to endure,
but one I’m living.
No pretending.
It’s just bliss carrying on
‘til something goes wrong,
and it’s all gone, you’re left off,
thinking, What have I done?
Do I deserve love?
Am I ever enough?
Or will I remain a servant forever?
Romantic as I am, that’d be tough.
However everything changes,
just like the weather.
Though my feathers grow heavy in the rain,
Turning them into fetters.
I can’t fly no more.
Tryna cross a sea but,
I can’t get past the shore.
I can’t see past my scare of losses anymore.
But I should dare.
I’m aware, because doors once closed in front of me
before I even chose.
Before I came close enough to touch the handle.
I handle darkness as if I’m a candle that doesn’t burn out.
Turns out I’ve marked death and the other way around.
Don’t bother going astray,
cuz every decision I make leads to God’s way.
His love rains wear an overall.
His love reigns over all.
A face I recognize,
Yet my cognition fails to memorize.
A chronic condition; I always analyze.
Solid synapse connections fill my mind.
But why can’t I place something so familiar?
Calm down, I never rage.
Run the race ‘thout haste,
slow your pace and
figure out why this unknown feeling feels so spectacular.
The same space exists both within and without.
Picture a ligure: all is one, and one is all.
But I’m all alone,
gettin’ it all at once.
Dealing with molecular faculae turning spiral.
Morphing into an orifice,
while I’m not breathing.
Every decision a sacrifice.
That’s why I’m not eating.
Reverie in perfect precision.
I slice the dice so I can roll twice.
That’s not cheating.
I’m creating possibilities.
Waiting for the weight to go away,
So I can transcend impossibilities.
Go beyond my capabilities.
Translating my non-location,
Navigating through space and time,
Activating, alternating, fascinating.
Separating from myself,
Speculating over why I’m suffocating in the things I suffer from.
Surfing waves as my spine oscillates.
My eyes sight and ears hearing rotate,
Pulsating ripples as my rites fill themselves with tears.
But that’s what you want to hear, right?
Right here.
Imperfect perfectionist.
like a night’s sky,
I’m not perfect.
I reflect on what’s mine’n I might cry.
Perfection is for God.
This complex connection is not,
but it’s shooting its shots.
Not out of context, but like a star,
Her affection puts my mind at war.
Effective dissolution,
Like we’ve been one for a time.
Expected absolution,
but what’s to absolve?
I resolved my execution,
then prosecuted and contributed to my solution.I need to open up,
To gain what my hopes rest upon.
Turn myself vulnerable.
Turn tables.
Because I’m unapproachable.