in ego i trip
to dance before you
like cells of my walls
i collide with you
against our skin
we shade to believe
in ourselves against one
to twine between sheets
of our song
and i’m calling for you
atop mountains i turn to
like your edges against mine
two into one
and i’m dancing for you
like song in ease
melody in peace
i’m feigning to find
something like all
of us once had
in an age where
truth had no sense
our fingers could bend
but not break
depth was not built
and things had no edges
everything seemed to be soft
like lips of a mothers mouth
i’m calling for you
the past to bring truth
into the future where i
stand at guard
wondering if this is all
phantasm or reality
truth or deity
unworldly