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Point of Origin
Touch fingers with me;
A moment that lingers
Into hallucination.
The fringes of my mind
Singed at the sensation.
As hinges are burned off
And your colors glide in.
My relentless
Intoxication;
You exist
Between time
And space
But never in both
Locations
At once.
An implosion of logic.
A tragic collapse
Of interpretation
Each time
We sip of your tonic.
Dimensions,
Subdued
Into puddles
At your siren
Lullaby.
Calamity muddled
Into a trance.
Mountains sandwiched
'Tween sea and sky.
Point of origin
From which all things
E x t e n d
And return.
My reason for Need.
Tell me you aren't
Just a dream.
