one moment, im Augenblick, she tickled me into a grin only I understood,
one second, eyes closed, she hummed a nameless song only she knew the reference,
one minute, few words, a dialogue layered with varied shades of absence and presence.
one you, just you, no time is wasted even if I just stare at your back and imagine your intertextual imagination.
temptation,
tempted to tell you all my monologues;
creation,
create the most powerful dialogues;
between you, Him and I.
one moment, im Augenblick, she disappeared from my perception.
one second, eyes closed, she would still be there as a perpetual fiction.
one minute, a prolonged laughter, Ha Ha He, and I realise how real she is.
one you, just you, I wish I had more time to make you forget your burdensome memory.
enumeration,
I lost count of the hours of encounters;
redemption,
relive those moments in 35mm;
between you, Him and I.
this structure, this mark, a precise moment of intention.
this moment, this forgetting, a lost reflection;
I hope more that you forget to remember;
if I could, I would, remember to help you forget,
without being an articulation that no full stop can pause or cause a rapture of the moment, in which to sense this helplessness, rebounding back to me as words, words of no consequence, except as unintended triggers, and relive the moments, of words said without being able to entirely erase, so left with the trace of my haphazard words, I now could not, had not, become a silence in which you could throw your worries into a void, where I could play othello with you, and we could flip those magnets over and over again, and in the end it would not be about the winner, but an evening when nothing else would matter and just that fellowship, or a gift of nothing, and nothing big enough to be everything, and the clash of two titantic worlds, would in that event, remanifest as a paradise, in which we do absolutely nothing but praise and sing, a song we would never understand in our lifetime, and a tree beside us, with the universe as our blanket, floating through nameless mountains, no, not fountain, but that fleeting moment of eternity, colours we do not have names for, in which endings never exist, cruising through mana rain, and all we are left are,
dialogues between us and them, and You.
don't rain like it did today again.
one second, eyes closed, she hummed a nameless song only she knew the reference,
one minute, few words, a dialogue layered with varied shades of absence and presence.
one you, just you, no time is wasted even if I just stare at your back and imagine your intertextual imagination.
temptation,
tempted to tell you all my monologues;
creation,
create the most powerful dialogues;
between you, Him and I.
one moment, im Augenblick, she disappeared from my perception.
one second, eyes closed, she would still be there as a perpetual fiction.
one minute, a prolonged laughter, Ha Ha He, and I realise how real she is.
one you, just you, I wish I had more time to make you forget your burdensome memory.
enumeration,
I lost count of the hours of encounters;
redemption,
relive those moments in 35mm;
between you, Him and I.
this structure, this mark, a precise moment of intention.
this moment, this forgetting, a lost reflection;
I hope more that you forget to remember;
if I could, I would, remember to help you forget,
without being an articulation that no full stop can pause or cause a rapture of the moment, in which to sense this helplessness, rebounding back to me as words, words of no consequence, except as unintended triggers, and relive the moments, of words said without being able to entirely erase, so left with the trace of my haphazard words, I now could not, had not, become a silence in which you could throw your worries into a void, where I could play othello with you, and we could flip those magnets over and over again, and in the end it would not be about the winner, but an evening when nothing else would matter and just that fellowship, or a gift of nothing, and nothing big enough to be everything, and the clash of two titantic worlds, would in that event, remanifest as a paradise, in which we do absolutely nothing but praise and sing, a song we would never understand in our lifetime, and a tree beside us, with the universe as our blanket, floating through nameless mountains, no, not fountain, but that fleeting moment of eternity, colours we do not have names for, in which endings never exist, cruising through mana rain, and all we are left are,
dialogues between us and them, and You.
don't rain like it did today again.
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