Love is a paradox

Love is a paradox

when ones feelings

are not of your own

but a fabrication

of society

this reality

is a manifestation of being

a recreation of essence

a parting of the way

the substance of which

echoes through

beyond all borders

the paths which we follow

to find true love


I communicate with dust

across a wide spectrum

fluid is my motion

distilled memories

in tune with one another   

branching out 

into the unknown


we speak in riddles

twisted lies

from day to night

inside out

comes our trail of thought

and the answer lies within

our mind is like a satellite