Right Here

At your behest, as ever.


We are the feel of the sound of shattering.
The breaking, once begun, reverberates
around the room, around the balcony,
up to the sky and into the depths.

Especially down there.

Blue eyes swim up at me from the depths,
sickly and malevolent, but beautiful.
You were wrong, you know.
You've been so very wrong about me,
so very many times.
But in the most important way -
the essential way -
you understand me,
malevolent eyes.

So ride the wave,
the corridor twists up and around you
half of you are on the floor,
half of you are on the ceiling,
and you don't know which way is right.

Kind of like us.

I can't inject enough into this,
but I pour out enough words about you,
that I know longer have to write on your whole,
but of an aspect of yourself.

I can devote hours of my life to your very aspect,
malevolent eyes.
Does that not prove my love?
Despite my disdain?

One day things will soften.
One day, times and troubles being what they are,
the world will turn and things will renew again.
But not yet.

Until then, we wither and collapse.
Endless, infinite.
Only to get up and begin again.
The slow, little death.

This is so much bigger than anything we've known.
So don't lose your sight.