like a static image through an electronic microscope, delving deep into the secrets of the abyss between vibrating forms

the view through a telescope, bringing the distant landscape into unsettling real and near focus, shrinking the distances

it is possible to be right next to something eons away, yet to be right next to someone and miles apart, an optical delusion of life

i choose to imagine the distance is illusion, that the space is a construct of the unblinking eye of eternity, to fall into you wherever

having spent far too long next to things that were never truly there, there is comfort in knowing that you are beside me

a matter of focus, focusing the view into the smattering of matter less atoms, drifting from my lips to yours across the abyss