Slowly dancing blue, I drape around your eyes,

this time in rhythms

I feel seen

You say insufferable

as I suffer to stretch the true meaning of that word

across years

Lost years, silent years. Darkness too hard to swallow.

The length of time reaching out infinitely into my death,

racing I go through these dark halls, behind me the white

figure moves swiftly in blurs, stalking, as I run to you,

heart throbbing thunder. I can hear the woman screaming,

that shriek in the corner by the stairs, surfacing up

from a liquid of worlds lost, fogging the transmission, she's

terrified, and you say it's okay, you can sleep like that.

So why can't I?

Sound falls and curves, echoes this voice as though

something immortal has died

The only scab I can pick off to relieve this, the only place

that makes you go away.

You know.

I don't have: tomorrow, three days, five minutes.

It's not just a little to the left,

and I'm not even talking about romance.

There's not some bucket full of water somewhere,

or five different layers you can pin this on,

not fire or anger even, not hope, no jester,

and again, not five minutes.

There's only the barrel the size of a pea

that can do that much damage.

My daily speeches. My daily sermon.

You truly, honestly, simply

never understood the delicacy

of this, in all your inertia

as you contemplated the details,

you missed them all.

Fold me into a paper plane.

Fold me into your arms.

Fold, but you don't speak.

Insufferable.

I'll take you in my arms like it's the first day now.

I'll rock you like a baby

until you cannot remember

what I will never forget.