Membraneists We are all in love we are all something more than words made of flesh
We hover We linger We wait to be each other as we read
But the stars are goign out
This is where we can climb into the cracks between us between being a person and being nothing Or in the cracks, is that nothing and are you on the other side? This is where we find out.
The words vibrate infinity and thrust their patterns into something I hope you find in what comes after this life, still alive, piezoelectric, glowing when read, no eyes needed.