The Horizon is an Impossible Place to Stand

The horizon is an impossible place to stand.
If no one witnesses you, you are not there.
In this world, there must be two.

Let’s say space is the thing that shrinks
between us like a folding sheet,
four hands meeting, matching corners.

Today it happens just like that,
this folding up of distance and days.
One call, one keyed word: we touch.

It is not the touch of our mothers and fathers.
It is not a cache of scribbled love letters for scholars.
Who can study what flies the air between?

When they hear us conspire against mortality,
sculpting gods of one another in one night,
they will know. Love, too, is made of ones and zeros.

Nothing uttered is lost. Looping out
like threads, this fabric only expands.
Whose hands can reach that far?


2 Responses to “The Horizon is an Impossible Place to Stand”

  1. Fey says:

    This is without doubt your finest work applauding techno meets.
    Best line ever
    Love….made of ones and zeros..

  2. Fey says:

    Book looking good here.

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