Zenith & I

we are frozen constant
at moments where
i leave as he enters and
he sleeps when i wake, chasing a nonstop;
we never flip the pages at equal pace for he is
forever verso when i am
recto; but oddity works sometimes like when
he reminds me of our
pasttimes and i
whisper tales of our future.
i have multiple conversations
with the sky, i like to lie down
bare like sacrifice
with a wont to wait on lightning bolts
while he would grasp tight on umbrella handles,
busy averting his eyes to
counting the number of grass he might have trodden on.
zenith & i.
nadir & him. - he is always staring down
and we can't help but see
things differently for i always
face the back of his
head as he runs forward searching for
me; a vagary
i sometimes wished he never knew.