Suddenly my fears became heightened,
and then were wrapped in a tremulous smile and a blanket of self-harmonizing warmth.


We laid on the floor like we were dead and that was okay
and I held your hand and the red of the carpet felt like it was on fire.





And in that foreboding loneliness
every feeling that came across had been felt before
(with the exception of sensation)
everything that beckoned to the depths of my soul
would be assured
that nothing would come from the outside, that everything was within and simply always was.



Here was a new way to see it. Not unlike the other ways you find to see it. You were open all along, since you were a child. Your questions of how capable you are mentally need not be asked further. You had it or you didn't.





This is disturbing the peace on distant stars.