nereid

cuneiforms scrawled on the tattered ruin walls, in all their former glory
ancient glyphs withstood the test of all time, and they spelled out our futile story
an experienced traveler could have read the writing from o'er a thousand miles away
but our eyes back then were convincingly dewy, and the clouds oppressively grey

listening carefully for the sweet intonations, that i might catch a clear view
you asked me to trust your intentions, but how, when i don't even know you?
i said "very well, im the archivist after all," and i sat myself down at your side
and yet i was facing backwards- blind loyalty and hopeful resolutions- my cyanide

you forced the puzzle gates open, and sure enough hidden chambers part
you positioned me onto the altar, the centerpiece at the labyrinthes heart
the temple suddenly burst into waterfalls, flooded over as if time had been unfrozen
this wasnt my vision but somehow i knew, for this was what i'd always been chosen

sky and sea clashed while we drifted apart, and i watched you set sail for the currents
im not like you, my only small closure; then for what was this violent insurgence?
as if by pure instinct, a membranous bubble forms and around me it begins to glow
this way i cocooned myself away for good, and dove deep down into the undertow

the symbol of what it means to be a real person,
but you were already a real person, what was the use?

so incoherently are the thoughts strung together
that they finally begin to resemble something alive

i look in the mirror and i see someone else
but i also see me, because that is who i am

ingrained from birth are the ideas of what is true
the slow, painful realizations are the only way of undoing it

words understood through millennia only to be repackaged, resold
and here i was in the midst of it, wondering what this has to do with me

now it is clear as day, but it cannot be restated
all of the little quips
all of the little facts
all of the little truths
it was by design and so was i

each person, to me, is a unique constellation.
and the realization of just one lone star
can raise the continuous awareness
to all those that play off of it.

different lives intermingle with one another
in a behaviour that mirrors this image perfectly,
and it comes together in the most immersive web,
humming with dewdrops on each silken strand.

i can see every spark when you allow yourself the moment,
and i am constantly connecting the lights.
i can feel the universe expand when you share it with me,
and i could toss myself into it forever.

so this is what it is to love.

(written for her)