Poetica Spontenaium: 10.20.03
This actually from a few years back.
Revisited.
*******
There is no space between us.
This thing
you refer to it as a boundary, a line, a wall
an impermeable membrane that is, as you say
nothing like a vise or fist.
That only allows your whispers within
And keeps my thoughts without
And reminds me that wrapping corpse with a bow still makes […]
