torturously slow and

(we're not saying anything so)

I'm melting fast into this

a b s t r a c t - n e s s

where everything we say is only in metaphorical and

hypothetical absurdity,

but now we're knotted and tangled into this collage

with the tears resting in my eyes and

your fingers laced in mine and

I'm screaming---

for things a little less tangible

to free us from this horrible,

incredible- calamity, my love

(kiss away this tragic dust),

hide these clocks in our tiny little pockets and

throw out the reality in .us.

-

My looking glass was smudged and chipped, the seconds were kisses and

when they said we had fallen...

we knew we had jumped.