Oh, the strange distances we chart
in order to get closer to each other
only to find repent
in the presence of our lonely secrets...
Oh, how we die chasing after shadows
that only take body in between
the unedited solitude
of broken whispers and orphaned hands...
Oh, the wasted dissonance we cast
before settling into the warning
of a tornado of stars as they breathe and part anew
a sea of tiny particles from our lips' collapse...