Interspace

Interspace

 

                        The earth is not flat, it is spherical;

                        we are always great distances apart.

                        Our borders are drawn, I’m hysterical

                        that we are constantly guarding your heart.

                        In spacetime, my body veers toward yours

                        twisting the paths of others in the way.

                        I do my best to move fast, in straight curves,

                        but try as I might, things block the foray.

                        Because the cosmos isn’t full of ether

                        but of matter, and matter warps and bends,

                        our bodies can fall into line together

                        and bring this disparate quest to an end.

                                    What measure of brute force is required

                                    to pull you from yourself, into desire?

 

 

                                                                                            

                       

 

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