I dance with the molecules surrounding me.
As vibrations from the speakers toss my insides
into a tingle.
I take it with ease until she enters…
I take it up a notch to the surface of reality
that must exist for lovers to not itch
like squirrels.
I take myself out of the lush grass
to the land of tight muscles,
tight jaws creaking into the night.
So tight
I loose my form.
I take on the shape of another and I ask why.
Why?
Why, when it was me the whole time?
The one with the power
to change at the drop of a hat.
To find another
hat to wear.
Take myself for granted no longer.
Lets dance.
You and I.
You are me,
I take you in my arms,
ultimate lover.
The one who has sold me on the story.
The one that has sold me on the relating of nothing
to everyone who relates to nothing.
Why did the stars form we know not.
It matters not.
Knowing the answer can do nothing but free the soul from questioning.
Yet questioning is what we hunger for.
It is the ultimate desire.
We crave
not knowing.
It is why we are empty when we figure
or believe we have figured
something out.
We need the unknown in order to feel alive.
In order to not die with addiction.
Addiction forming when the brain is bored in knowing.
The surrounding humans unable to handle
such awesomeness that can escape from one dream.
Unable to handle it enough to
dream for themselves.
Let it let it let it be.
Say it
one
two
three
times in repetitive forms of what but of course,
nothing.
Everything is nothing and nothing is in all things.
All created equal.
For all things are made out of the nothing of everything. . . I soak.
Dance with me,
me.
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