I hope you don’t mind that I forgot how we met.
I do remember standing in front of you
last summer in your dorm room.
I dunk my head into my pool of memories and see the scene in two ways:
> Reseeing it directly thru my eyes at the time: >>Watching it now from another realm:
Just you being near me cultivated anxiety. I spoke I look at ourselves from an arm’s length
as nervousness stokes my throat and moved as away. All the items in the room are fuzzy
nervousness makes my hands unsure. My fear of archetypes but my focus is on us. Then
your rejection floats on the top of my thoughts till my peripheral sees swirling. My view
our faces meet then tether. I nestle into that dip of is pulled to something brewing above
skin by your clavicle sipping the curvature out your our heads. This bright, almost spherical
neck as your back points your body in agreement. density was living.
I could hear the spiritual underwire that held up all the material things around the room breathe.
The breath was strong
each inhale made us and the items in the room cave inwardly
each exhale cracked everything in the room
The inward tugs and cracking had musical synchronicity.
The density above us began breathing more sharply and
physical material flexed and crackled. Our bodies leave
the floor and everything in the room cracks with
a silent hiss.
we remained floating surrounded by the exposed underwire of our shared
spiritual reality as it shone so brilliantly I almost didn’t see our own
spiritual frame as it became exposed as the cracked pieces of our
bodies drift up into the density. I watched as the enormous entities that
are crammed into our tiny bodies loosely unravel. A slice was taken from
each entity and sucked into the density. I could see that our spiritual selves
create the underwire that holds our physical world.
The density compressed and hardened and flowed away from its home above us to join the underwire.