An Address

The weight of severance
[both Real and Unreal]
Flattens the place of our standing.
It is like quicksand – with a hand ascribed to holding
On
To something actual,
Natural & maybe human.
We don’t die… in fact, we live:
Evolve & learn to S
W…
I... M
in this world of
Our Creation:
[Bestowed. Deliberated. Carefully watched Upon.]
Some sporadic evenings, we brush fingertips
[Cursorily]
& then lose
ALL points . of reference .